There is something shameful about the death of a play. It does not die with pity, but contempt.
Mary Roberts RinehartPatience and endurance were not virtues in a woman; they were necessities, forced on her. Perhaps some day things would change and women would renounce them. They would rise up and say: 'We are not patient. We will endure no more.' Then what would happen to the world?
Mary Roberts RinehartLove sees clearly, and seeing, loves on. But infatuation is blind; when it gains sight, it dies.
Mary Roberts Rinehart