We are often miserable at our desk or typewriters, but not happy away from them.
Mary Roberts RinehartDeath was a beginning and not an end; it was the morning of the spirit. Tired bodies lay down to sleep and their souls wakened to the morning, rested; the first fruits of them that slept.
Mary Roberts Rinehartthere comes a time when ambition ceases to burn, or romance to stir, and the highest cry of the human heart is for peace.
Mary Roberts Rinehart