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!
Marie CorelliWhat a fool cannot learn he laughs at, thinking that by his laughter he shows superiority instead of latent idiocy.
Marie CorelliThe Press nowadays is not a literary press; classic diction and brilliancy of style do not distinguish it by any means.
Marie Corelli