A Quote by Mary Roberts Rinehart

when knowledge comes in at the door, fear and superstition fly out of the window. — © Mary Roberts Rinehart
when knowledge comes in at the door, fear and superstition fly out of the window.
Drive nature out of the door and it will fly in at the window
Good judgment, common sense, and reason all fly out the window when emotions kick down your door.
When it comes to their kids, parents are all just instinct and hope. And fear. Rules and laws fly straight out the window.
At night, I open the window and ask the moon to come and press its face against mine. Breathe into me. Close the language-door and open the love-window. The moon won't use the door, only the window.
There would be no population explosion if people who are trying to keep the wolf from the door wouldn't let the stork fly in through the window.
You may substitute knowledge for superstition without satisfying the needs that drive people into superstition's arms.
When one door closes, find another." Kylie gazed back up. "And what if there isn't another door?" "Then you try the window." "And if there's not a window?" Kylie asked. "Then you find a sledgehammer and make a window.
As the fly bangs against the window attempting freedom while the door stands open, so we bang against death ignoring heaven.
Prose is like a window; fiction is like a door. But it is not uncommon that he who should come in through the door jumps in through the window.
…Forgive us, O Lord, we acknowledge ourselves as type of the common man, Of the men and women who shut the door and sit by the fire; Who fear the blessing of God, the loneliness of the night of God, the surrender required, the deprivation inflicted; Who fear the injustice of men less than the justice of God; Who fear the hand at the window, the fire in the thatch, the fist in the tavern, the push into the canal, Less than we fear the love of God.
You just have to throw fear out the window. If there's anything that's going to hold you back, it's fear.
I spent the morning smashing fliesI killed one fly against the doorjamb. Another I stalked into the kitchen...A third fly wavered by the kitchen window. When I swatted, a wild ferocious swing, a whole trembling crowd shot from the window like pebbles from a blunderbuss, then settled back. My heart pounded. I felt flushed with disgust and irritation. Why must I always have such obstacles to my writing?
Don't waste a minute not being happy. If one window closes, run to the next window- or break down a door.
One of the greatest gifts science has brought to the world is continuing elimination of the supernatural, and it was a lesson that my father passed on to me, that knowledge liberates mankind from superstition. We can live our lives without the constant fear that we have offended this or that deity who must be placated by incantation or sacrifice, or that we are at the mercy of devils or the Fates. With increasing knowledge, the intellectual darkness that surrounds us is illuminated and we learn more of the beauty and wonder of the natural world.
Some time in the night I got up, tiptoed to my window, and looked out at my doghouse. It looked so lonely and empty sitting there in the moonlight. I could see that the door was slightly ajar. I thought of the many times I had lain in my bed and listened to the squeaking of the door as my dogs went in and out. I didn't know I was crying until I felt the tears roll down my cheeks.
I don't believe in hell and heaven anymore. Or angels. I think Islam is a superstition like every other superstition. But now because it's a superstition, unlike Christianity, that hasn't been tested and hasn't gone through a process of enlightenment, I think it's a dangerous superstition.
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