Mary Roberts Rinehart
Mary Roberts Rinehart
Mary Roberts Rinehartwas an American writer, often called the American Agatha Christie, although her first mystery novel was published 14 years before Christie's first novel in 1922...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth12 August 1876
CountryUnited States of America
children growing-up moving
The great God endows His children variously. To some He gives intellect...and they move the earth. To some He allots heart...and the beating pulse of humanity is theirs. But to some He gives only a soul, without intelligence...and these, who never grow up, but remain always His children, are God's fools, kindly, elemental, simple, as if from His palette the Artist of all has taken one color instead of many.
horse children war
War is not two great armies meeting in the clash and frenzy of battle. War is a boy being carried on a stretcher, looking up at God’s blue sky with bewildered eyes that are soon to close; war is a woman carrying a child that has been injured by a shell; war is spirited horses tied in burning buildings and waiting for death; war is the flower of a race, battered, hungry, bleeding, up to its knees in filthy water; war is an old woman burning a candle before the Mater Dolorsa for the son she has given.
children men thinking
Men... look back on the children who were once themselves, and attempt to reconstruct them. But they can no longer think like the child...
weapons world ridicule
The greatest weapon in the world ... is ridicule.
lasts firsts haste
the theater is the only money-making business I know in which haste apparently rules from first to last.
fall rain unjust
Suspicion is like the rain. It falls on the just and on the unjust.
curiosity unbearable hunger
There is a point at which curiosity becomes unbearable, when it becomes an obsession, like hunger.
courage men coward
It is only in his head that man is heroic; in the pit of his stomach he is always a coward.
essence essence-of-life conflict
Conflict is the very essence of life.
class hatred steps
From class consciousness to class hatred was but a step.
christmas heart might
Curious, how one remembered Christmas. Perhaps because other days might appeal to the head, but this one appealed to the heart.
boredom calm resurrection
the calm of a place like Bellwood is the peace of death without the hope of resurrection.
honest autobiography
there is no truly honest autobiography.
stars ambition arms
because we are always staring at the stars, we learn the shortness of our arms.