Love sees clearly, and seeing, loves on. But infatuation is blind; when it gains sight, it dies.
Mary Roberts RinehartThe stage on which we play our little dramas of life and love has for most of us but one setting.
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 Rinehartthere 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 Rinehart