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 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 RinehartPatience and endurance were not virtues in a woman; they were necessities, forced on her. Perhaps some day things would change and women would renounce them. They would rise up and say: 'We are not patient. We will endure no more.' Then what would happen to the world?
Mary Roberts Rinehart