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Suspicion is like the rain. It falls on the just and on the unjust.
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
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Girls inevitably grew into women, but something of the boy persisted in every man.
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Men... look back on the children who were once themselves, and attempt to reconstruct them. But they can no longer think like the child.
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Used to move so much, every time the chickens saw the team put in the wagon, they'd lie down on their backs and hold their legs up to be tied!
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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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It is only in his head that man is heroic in the pit of his stomach he is always a coward.
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There is nothing for the modern man or woman to fear about most cases of cancer. Nothing except delay.
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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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The world doesn't come to the clever folks, it comes to the stubborn, obstinate, one-idea-at-a-time people.
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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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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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We are often miserable at our desk or typewriters, but not happy away from them.
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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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I suppose that we are only young, Chris, so long as we can forget. After that we merely remember!
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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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Lightning never strikes twice in the same place.
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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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The author lives with one foot in an everyday world and the other feeling about anxiously for a foothold in another more precarious one.
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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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