It is only in his head that man is heroic; in the pit of his stomach he is always a coward.
Mary Roberts RinehartThere is something shameful about the death of a play. It does not die with pity, but contempt.
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