my family, although it keeps its hair, turns gray early - a business asset but a social handicap.
Mary Roberts Rineharthaving considerable mind, changing it became almost as ponderous an operation as moving a barn, although not nearly so stable.
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 Rinehart