for what is the gift of the poet and the artist except to see the sights which others cannot see and to… — 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
Death! It is rest to the aged, it is oblivion to the atheist, it is immortality to the poet! — 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 Image
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 Image
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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 Image
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 Image
There is a self-evident axiom, that she who is born a beauty is half married. — Ouida Copy Share Image
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 Image
