The writing career is not a romantic one. The writer's life may be colorful, but his work itself is rather drab.
Mary Roberts RinehartIt is only in his head that man is heroic; in the pit of his stomach he is always a coward.
Mary Roberts RinehartDeath was a beginning and not an end; it was the morning of the spirit. Tired bodies lay down to sleep and their souls wakened to the morning, rested; the first fruits of them that slept.
Mary Roberts Rinehart