To the bottle! In infancy, the milk bottle; in our prime, the wine bottle; in our dotage, the pill bottle.
Mary Roberts Rinehartthe calm of a place like Bellwood is the peace of death without the hope of resurrection.
Mary Roberts Rinehartevery act of one's life is the unavoidable result of every act that has preceded it.
Mary Roberts RinehartWomen are like dogs really. They love like dogs, a little insistently. And they like to fetch and carry and come back wistfully after hard words, and learn rather easily to carry a basket.
Mary Roberts Rinehart