Besides, you want the unvarnished and ungarnished truth, and I'm no hand for that. I'm a lawyer. Mary Roberts Rinehart More Quotes by Mary Roberts Rinehart More Quotes From Mary Roberts Rinehart 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. Mary Roberts Rinehart generations experience tragedy Conflict is the very essence of life. Mary Roberts Rinehart essence-of-life conflict essence [On fishing:] Greatest rest in the world for the brain. Mary Roberts Rinehart fishing brain world It takes a good many years and some pretty hard knocks to make people tolerant. Mary Roberts Rinehart tolerance people years I believe that the matter is automatically self-regulating; that those women who prefer the home and have an ability for it will eventually return to it; that others, like myself, will compromise; and that still others, temperamentally unfitted for it, will remain in the world to add to its productivity. Mary Roberts Rinehart women home believe my crime books are actually novels and are written as such. One might even say that each one is really two novels, one of which is the story I tell the reader, and the other the buried story I know and let slip now and then into a clue to whet the reader's interest. Mary Roberts Rinehart stories two book every act of one's life is the unavoidable result of every act that has preceded it. Mary Roberts Rinehart results life-is action Well, that was life. It was an old tree, and the old passed on. Probably they did not mind. There came a time when all sap ran slowly, and the peace of age with all things behind it merged easily into the peace of death. The difficult thing was to be young. Mary Roberts Rinehart age mind tree 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. Mary Roberts Rinehart horse war children All houses in which men have lived and suffered and died are haunted houses. Mary Roberts Rinehart haunted-houses house men It is only in his head that man is heroic; in the pit of his stomach he is always a coward. Mary Roberts Rinehart coward courage men there is no truly honest autobiography. Mary Roberts Rinehart autobiography honest because we are always staring at the stars, we learn the shortness of our arms. Mary Roberts Rinehart arms stars ambition Men were not equal in the effort they made, nor did equal efforts bring equal result. ... Equality of opportunity, yes. Equality of effort and result, no. Mary Roberts Rinehart equality opportunity men Every crucial experience can be regarded as a setback - or a start of a new kind of development. [You have the responsibility to decide if you will see it as a bad setback or good start!] Mary Roberts Rinehart gratitude development responsibility It was said of Miss Letitia that when money came into her possession it went out of circulation. Mary Roberts Rinehart possession missing said Love sees clearly, and seeing, loves on. But infatuation is blind; when it gains sight, it dies. Mary Roberts Rinehart infatuation gains sight 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. Mary Roberts Rinehart laughter play book Girls inevitably grew into women, but something of the boy persisted in every man. Mary Roberts Rinehart girl men boys I had a vision ... of being found on the pavement by some passerby, with a small punctuation mark ending my sentence of life. Mary Roberts Rinehart punctuation-marks pavement vision