If you only knew how far short I fall of my own hopes you would know that I could never boast. Why, it keeps me busy making over mistakes just like someone using old clothes. I get myself all ready to enjoy a success and find I have to fit a failure. But one consolation is that I generally have plenty of material to cut generously, and many of my failures have proved to be real blessings.
- Letters of a Woman Homesteader, Elinore Pruitt Stewart