Marie Corelli
Marie Corelli
Marie Corelliwas a British novelist. She enjoyed a period of great literary success from the publication of her first novel in 1886 until World War I. Corelli's novels sold more copies than the combined sales of popular contemporaries, including Arthur Conan Doyle, H. G. Wells, and Rudyard Kipling, although critics often derided her work as "the favourite of the common multitude."...
NationalityBritish
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth1 May 1855
lovely delicacy thanks
Such lovely warmth of thought and delicacy of colour are beyond all praise, and equally beyond all thanks!
beautiful kids hard-work
You should always be well and bright, for so you do your best work; and you have so much beautiful work to do. The world needs it, and you must give it!
poetry poetry-is
religion is poetry, - poetry is religion.
time years rose
Years should be nothing to you. Who asked you to count them or consider them? In the world of wild Nature, time is measured by seasons only-the bird does not know how old it is-the rose-tree does not count its birthdays!
selfish miserable greedy
Pleasure for others is the only pleasure possible to me. I assure you I'm quite selfish! - I'm greedy for the happiness of those I love - and if they can't or won't be happy I'm perfectly miserable.
compassion way modern
One of the advantages or disadvantages of the way in which we live in these modern days is that we are ceasing to feel. That is to say we do not permit ourselves to be affected by either death or misfortune, provided these natural calamities leave our own persons unscathed.
summer sunshine two
Fancy your having no sunshine in London yesterday! Here it was glorious, like full summer, and I sat up with the window wide open, listening to the discourse of two amorous thrushes.
education successful chance
Education! Is it education to teach the young that their chances of happiness depend on being richer than their neighbors? Yet that is what it all tends to. Get on! - be successful!
feet clay used
If we choose to be no more than clods of clay, then we shall be used as clods of day for braver feet to tread on.
fate thinking two
The Browning love story? It is an ideal, all too rare, and yet I hardly think it strange. It would have been far stranger had the fates allowed those two brilliant passionate souls to beat themselves out in silence.
morning hunting bird
A fine morning's killing, ay! All their necks wrung - all dead birds! Once they could fly - fly and swim! Fly and swim! All dead now - and sold cheap in the open market!
writing heart simple
I attribute my good fortune to the simple fact that I have always tried to write straight from my own heart to the hearts of others.
depressing self world
There is nothing so depressing as a constant contemplation of one's self, and the greatest moral cowardice in the world's opinion comes from consulting one's own personal convenience.
church god-love one-love
When one loves God better than the Church is one called a heretic?