my family, although it keeps its hair, turns gray early - a business asset but a social handicap.
Mary Roberts Rinehartthere is something shameful about the death of a play. It does not die with pity, but contempt. A book may fail, but who is there to know it? It dies and is buried, and is decently interred on the bookseller's shelf; but the play dies to laughter, to scorn and disdain.
Mary Roberts RinehartWhat a tragedy it was that the only thing age could offer to youth was its own experience, and that the experiences of others were never profitable.
Mary Roberts Rinehart