Mary Mackay (1 May 1855 – 21 April 1924), also called Minnie Mackey and known by her pseudonym Marie Corelli (/kəˈrɛli/,[1][2] also UK: /kɒˈ-/,[3] US: /kɔːˈ-, koʊˈ-/[3][4]), was an English novelist. (wikipedia)
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.
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!
An opinion which excites no opposition at all is not worth having!
the beginning of my history is - love. It is the beginning of every man and every woman's history, if they are only frank enough to admit it.
It is not so difficult to win love as to keep it!
Hate is a grand, a strong quality! It makes nations, it builds up creeds! If men loved one another what should they need of a Church?
it seems a silly kind o' business to bring us into the world at all for no special reason 'cept to take us out of it again just as folks 'ave learned to know us a bit and find us useful.
The Press nowadays is not a literary press; classic diction and brilliancy of style do not distinguish it by any means.
Nothing is so deceptive as human reasoning, - nothing so slippery and reversible as what we have decided to call 'logic.' The truest compass of life is spiritual instinct.
Imagination is the supreme endowment of the poet and romanticist. It is a kind of second sight, which conveys the owner of it to places he has never seen, and surrounds him with strange circumstances of which he is merely the spiritual eyewitness.