No one is contented in this world, I believe. There is always something left to desire, and the last thing longed for always seems the most necessary to happiness. Marie Corelli More Quotes by Marie Corelli More Quotes From Marie Corelli What was the use of trying to expound a truth, if the majority preferred a lie? Marie Corelli truth trying lying 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. Marie Corelli modern compassion way 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. Marie Corelli intuition logic spiritual Art is sexless; - good work is eternal, no matter whether it is man or woman who has accomplished it. ... Ah, but the world will never own woman's work to be great even if it be so, because men give the verdict, and man's praise is for himself and his own achievements always. Marie Corelli giving men art An opinion which excites no opposition at all is not worth having! Marie Corelli opposition opinion For though there never was so much reading matter put before the public, there was never less actual 'reading' in the truest and highest sense of the term than there is at present. Marie Corelli term reading matter How foolish it would be if women did not obey men. The world would be all confusion! Marie Corelli confusion would-be men 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. Marie Corelli imagination spiritual sight nobody ever intends to be old. Marie Corelli old-age age Greatness is always envied - it is only mediocrity that can boast of a host of friends. Marie Corelli envy mediocrity greatness religion is poetry, - poetry is religion. Marie Corelli poetry-is poetry work is happiness. No one can take my work from me and therefore no one can take my happiness from me. Marie Corelli work the world is not always kind to a clever woman even when she is visibly known to be earning her own living. There are always spiteful tongues wagging in the secret corners and byways, ready to assert that her work is not her own and and that some man is in the background, helping to keep her! Marie Corelli secret clever men There is nothing so inconvenient in this world as an absolutely truthful person, who can both speak and write, and has the courage of his convictions. One can always arrange matters with liars ... But with the man or woman who holds truth dearer than life, and honor more valuable than advancement, there is nothing to be done, now that governments cannot insist on the hemlock-cure, as in the case of Socrates. Marie Corelli truth liars writing Patriotism is understood to be that virtue which consists in serving one's country; but in what way is this 'Patria' or country served by slaying its able bodied men in thousands? Marie Corelli men war country ... though a dealer in meat, groceries, and other food stuffs may obtain compensation if his wares are wilfully misrepresented to the buying public, the purveyor of thoughts or ideas has no remedy when such thoughts or ideas are deliberately and purposefully falsified to the world through the press. Marie Corelli buying stuff ideas 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 often I cannot even do that when the feeling is very deep. Marie Corelli speak feelings thinking 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. Marie Corelli sunshine summer 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. Marie Corelli fate two thinking 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 clay used feet
