there 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 RinehartThere is something shameful about the death of a play. It does not die with pity, but contempt.
Mary Roberts Rineharthaving considerable mind, changing it became almost as ponderous an operation as moving a barn, although not nearly so stable.
Mary Roberts Rinehart