“I only care for the subjective life; I am very German, you see: The woods interest me, and the world does not.” — Ouida Copy Share Image
In its permission to man to render subject to him all other living creatures of the earth, it continued the cruelty of… — Ouida Copy Share Image
Flowers belong to Fairyland: the flowers and the birds and the butterflies are all that the world has kept of its golden… — Ouida Copy Share Image
What we love once, we love forever. Shall there be joy in heaven over those who repent, yet no forgiveness for them… — Ouida Copy Share Image
There is no more terrible woe upon earth than the woe of the stricken brain, which remembers the days of its strength,… — Ouida Copy Share Image
Coleridge cried; "O God, how glorious it is to live!" Renan asks, "O God, when will it be worth while to live?"… — Ouida Copy Share Image
Genius scorns the power of gold: it is wrong. Gold is the war-scythe on its chariot, which mows down the millions of… — Ouida Copy Share Image
In a few generations more, there will probably be no room at all allowed for animals on the earth: no need of… — Ouida Copy Share Image
Nature I believe in. True art aims to, represent men and women, not as my little self would have them, but as… — Ouida Copy Share Image
Sport inevitably creates deadness of feeling. No one could take pleasure in it who was sensitive to suffering; and therefore its pursuit by women… — Ouida Copy Share
When you talk yourself, you think how witty, how original, how acute you are; but when another does so, you are very apt to… — Ouida Copy Share
There is nothing that you may not get people to believe in if you will only tell it them loud enough and often enough,… — Ouida Copy Share
Christianity has ever been the enemy of human love; it has forever cursed and expelled and crucified the one passion which sweetens and smiles… — Ouida Copy Share
Genius scorns the power of gold: it is wrong. Gold is the war-scythe on its chariot, which mows down the millions of its foes,… — Ouida Copy Share
The philosopher stands at his desk in the lecture hall, and demonstrates away the soul of man, and with exact thought measures out his… — Ouida Copy Share
It is a kind of blindness--poverty. We can only grope through life when we are poor, hitting and maiming ourselves against every angle. — Ouida Copy Share
A just chastisement may benefit a man, though it seldom does; but an unjust one changes all his blood to gall. — Ouida Copy Share
