“Love, with her, had not yet proved an illusion — a bright toy to be snatched hastily and played with for a brief while, and then thrown aside as broken and worthless. It seemed to her a most marvellous and splendid gift of God, increasing each day in worth and beauty — widening upon her soul and daz…”— Marie Corelli, amazon.com
“Love, and love only, supported, controlled, and grandly completed the universe! He accepted this answer to all perplexities — his heart expanded with a sense of large content — his soul was satisfied.”— Marie Corelli, amazon.com
“'What is terrible, my sweet one?' She sighed deeply. 'To have no more life of my own! It has all gone — to you! And yours has come to me! Is it not strange and almost sad? How your heart beats, poor boy! I can hear it throb, throb — so fast! — here, where I am resting my head.'”— Marie Corelli, amazon.com
“I cannot say it properly! There is no language for my heart! If I could tell you all I feel, you would think it foolish, I am sure, because if is all so wild and strange.”— Marie Corelli, amazon.com