Marie Corelli (/kɔːˈrɛli/; 1 May 1855 – 21 April 1924) was an English novelist and mystic.
religion is poetry, - poetry is religion.
in my opinion, the Divine is revealed to all men once at least in their lives.
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!
Flowers are like visible messages from God.
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.
There is no Death,What seems so is transition.
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.
Great Poets discover themselves. Little Poets have to be 'discovered' by somebody else.
Greatness is always envied - it is only mediocrity that can boast of a host of friends.
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!
It is not so difficult to win love as to keep it!
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!
What a fool cannot learn he laughs at, thinking that by his laughter he shows superiority instead of latent idiocy.
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!
A criminal is twice a criminal when he adds hypocrisy to his crime.
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?
Love, if it be love indeed, asks no permission as to where it shall seek vantage ground or gain its victory - it is of all powers the most unfettered and the one which takes the widest course of largest liberty.
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.
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.
When one loves God better than the Church is one called a heretic?