love, which is a madness, and a scourge, and a fever, and a delusion, and a snare, is also a mystery, and very imperfectly understood by everyone except the individual sufferer who writhes under its tortures.
Mary Elizabeth BraddonA modern writer likens coquettes to those hunters who do not eat the game which they have successfully pursued.
Mary Elizabeth BraddonOf course there are exceptional circumstances, and there is exceptional talent; but, unhappily, exceptional talent does not always win its reward unless favoured by exceptional circumstances.
Mary Elizabeth Braddon