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Category: Marie Corelli

Such lovely warmth of thought and delicacy of colour are beyond all praise, and equally beyond all thanks!

Thought, Thanks, Lovely

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.

I never married because I have three pets at home that answer the same purpose as a husband. I have a dog that growls every morning a parrot that swears all afternoon and a cat that comes home late at night.

I never married because there was no need. I have three pets at home that answer the same purpose as a husband. I have a dog that growls every morning a parrot that swears all afternoon and a cat that comes home late at night.

Stretch out your hand! Let no human soul wait for a benediction.

I can dip the pen in my own blood if I choose.

blood, vendetta

I never married because there was no need. I have three pets at home which answer the same purpose as a husband. I have a dog which growls every morning, a parrot which swears all afternoon, and a cat that comes home late at night.

Let me be mad, then, by all means! mad with the madness of Absinthe, the wildest, most luxurious madness in the world! Vive la folie! Vive l’amour! Vive l’animalisme! Vive le Diable!

absinthe, devil, madness, paris

There was something else,–something quite undefinable, that gave a singular glow and radiance to the whole countenance, and suggested the burning of a light through alabaster,–a creeping of some subtle fire through the veins which made the fair body seem the mere reflection of some greater fairness within.

alabaster, beauty, burning, fire, perfection

Be sure that if you are unhappily celebrated for either beauty, wit, intellect, or all three together, half society wishes you dead already, and the other half tries to make you as wretched as possible while you are alive.

beauty, society

Was it worth while, he thought, to be so wise, if wisdom made one at times so sad? Was it well to sacrifice Faith for Fact, when Faith was so warm and Fact so cold? Was it better to be a dreamer of things possible, or a worker-out of things positive? And how much was positive, after all, and how much possible? He balanced the question lightly with himself. It was like a discord in the music of his mind, and disturbed his peace.

faith, mind, peace, sacrifice, sadness, wisdom

Curious that it is impossible for a man to be original without attracting around him a set of unoriginal minds, as though he were a honey-pot and they the flies!

curious, man, mind, originality