Well, that was life. It was an old tree, and the old passed on. Probably they did not mind. There came a time when all sap ran slowly, and the peace of age with all things behind it merged easily into the peace of death. The difficult thing was to be young.
Mary Roberts RinehartGreat loves were almost always great tragedies. Perhaps it was because love was never truly great until the element of sacrifice entered into it.
Mary Roberts RinehartTo the bottle! In infancy, the milk bottle; in our prime, the wine bottle; in our dotage, the pill bottle.
Mary Roberts Rinehart