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.


My Story (1931)

Mary Roberts Rinehart Quotes

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 ...

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 ...

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 ...

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 ...