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pretense is the oil that lubricates society.
Mary Roberts Rinehart
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Mary Roberts Rinehart
Age: 82 †
Born: 1876
Born: August 12
Died: 1958
Died: September 22
Journalist
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Pittsburg
Pennsylvania
Mary Rinehart
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To the bottle! In infancy, the milk bottle in our prime, the wine bottle in our dotage, the pill bottle.
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The writing career is not a romantic one. The writer's life may be colorful, but his work itself is rather drab.
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as all women know, there are really no men at all. There are grown-up boys, and middle-aged boys, and elderly boys, and even sometimes very old boys. But the essential difference is simply exterior. Your man is always a boy.
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having considerable mind, changing it became almost as ponderous an operation as moving a barn, although not nearly so stable.
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I have never learned to say 'gas' for gasoline. It seems to me as absurd as if I were to say 'but' for butter.
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I had a vision ... of being found on the pavement by some passerby, with a small punctuation mark ending my sentence of life.
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What 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.
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War is a thing of fearful and curious anomalies ... It has shown that government by men only is not an appeal to reason, but an appeal to arms that on women, without a voice to protest, must fall the burden. It is easier to die than to send a son to death.
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[On the Irish:] Strange race ... Don't know what they want, but want it like the devil.
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Lightning never strikes twice in the same place.
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Young Doctor Arden was gong through the process of reorienting himself after a night's sleep.
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Curious, how one remembered Christmas. Perhaps because other days might appeal to the head, but this one appealed to the heart.
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People that trust themselves a dozen miles from the city, in strange houses, with servants they don't know, needn't be surprised if they wake up some morning and find their throats cut.
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That is the tragedy of growing old, Chris. You don't leave the world. It leaves you.
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There is a point at which curiosity becomes unbearable, when it becomes an obsession, like hunger.
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Death 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.
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When a great burden is lifted, the relief is not always felt at once. The galled places still ache.
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[On fishing:] Greatest rest in the world for the brain.
Mary Roberts Rinehart
the calm of a place like Bellwood is the peace of death without the hope of resurrection.
Mary Roberts Rinehart
there 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.
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