love is so very subtle an essence, such an indefinable metaphysical marvel, that its due force, though very cruelly felt by the sufferer himself, is never clearly understood by those who look on at its torments and wonder why he takes the common fever so badly.
Mary Elizabeth BraddonMy intellect is a little way upon the wrong side of that narrow boundary-line between sanity and insanity.
Mary Elizabeth BraddonThere can be no reconciliation where there is no open warfare. There must be a battle, a brave boisterous battle, with pennants waving and cannon roaring, before there can be peaceful treaties and enthusiastic shaking of hands.
Mary Elizabeth BraddonParis is a mighty schoolmaster, a grand enlightener of the provincial intellect.
Mary Elizabeth Braddon