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
love resistance clamor
Love clamors far more incessantly and passionately at a closed gate than an open one!
love wealth
There is no wealth but love.
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.
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.
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!
laughter thinking laughing
What a fool cannot learn he laughs at, thinking that by his laughter he shows superiority instead of latent idiocy.
greatness envy mediocrity
Greatness is always envied - it is only mediocrity that can boast of a host of friends.
flower messages visible
Flowers are like visible messages from God.
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.
littles poet great-poet
Great Poets discover themselves. Little Poets have to be 'discovered' by somebody else.
age old-age
nobody ever intends to be old.
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.
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!
work
work is happiness. No one can take my work from me and therefore no one can take my happiness from me.