127 Quotes by Mary Roberts Rinehart

Patience and endurance were not virtues in a woman; they were necessities, forced on her. Perhaps some day things would change and women would renounce them. They would rise up and say: ‘We are not patient. We will endure no more.’ Then what would happen to the world?

There is a sort of melancholy pleasure to be had out of a funeral, with its pomp and ceremony, but I shrank from a death-bed.

No one moved to get the whisky, from which I judged there were three pocket flasks ready for emergency.

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.

And there are no pockets in shrouds!

It’s the safety valve of middle life, and the solace of age.

All lives are so divided: a step back; a plunge; and then, in desperation and despair, a little climb up God’s ladder.

Besides, you want the unvarnished and ungarnished truth, and I’m no hand for that. I’m a lawyer.

It’s money that brings trouble. It always has and it always will.