If we choose to be no more than clods of clay, then we shall be used as clods of clay for braver feet to tread on. — Marie Corelli Copy Share Image
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. — Marie Corelli Copy Share Image
Love clamors far more incessantly and passionately at a closed gate than an open one! — Marie Corelli Copy Share Image
“There, the sublime, unreachable mysteries of the Universe are haggled over by poor finite minds who cannot call their lives their own. There, nation… — Marie Corelli Copy Share Image
I must not say what I truly think, or you will tell me I flatter you-but I can only speak what I feel-and very… — Marie Corelli Copy Share Image
No one is contented in this world, I believe. There is always something left to desire, and the last thing longed for always seems… — Marie Corelli Copy Share Image
“What do I mean, you ask, by accepting everything as it comes, and trying to find out the reason of its coming? Why, I… — Marie Corelli Copy Share Image
You should always be well and bright, for so you do your best work; and you have so much beautiful work to do. The… — Marie Corelli Copy Share Image
Education! Is it education to teach the young that their chances of happiness depend on being richer than their neighbors? Yet that is what… — Marie Corelli Copy Share Image
Imagination is the supreme endowment of the poet and romanticist. It is a kind of second sight, which conveys the owner of it to… — Marie Corelli Copy Share Image
Fancy your having no sunshine in London yesterday! Here it was glorious, like full summer, and I sat up with the window wide open,… — Marie Corelli Copy Share Image
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… — Marie Corelli Copy Share Image
work is happiness. No one can take my work from me and therefore no one can take my happiness from me. — Marie Corelli Copy Share Image
“The finest actor is he who play the comedy of life perfectly, as i aspire to do. To walk well, talk well, weep well,… — Marie Corelli Copy Share Image
