Women are like dogs really. They love like dogs, a little insistently. And they like to fetch and carry and come back wistfully after hard words, and learn rather easily to carry a basket.
Mary Roberts RinehartThere is something shameful about the death of a play. It does not die with pity, but contempt.
Mary Roberts RinehartWhen a great burden is lifted, the relief is not always felt at once. The galled places still ache.
Mary Roberts Rinehart