The stage on which we play our little dramas of life and love has for most of us but one setting.
Mary Roberts RinehartLove sees clearly, and seeing, loves on. But infatuation is blind; when it gains sight, it dies.
Mary Roberts RinehartThat is the tragedy of growing old, Chris. You don't leave the world. It leaves you.
Mary Roberts RinehartThere is something shameful about the death of a play. It does not die with pity, but contempt.
Mary Roberts Rinehart