Death! It is rest to the aged, it is oblivion to the atheist, it is immortality to the poet! Ouida More Quotes by Ouida More Quotes From Ouida Petty laws breed great crimes. Ouida libertarian liberty law Could we see when and where we are to meet again, we would be more tender when we bid our friends goodbye. Ouida farewell goodbye friendship I do not wish to be a coward like the father of mankind and throw the blame upon a woman. Ouida coward wish father A cruel story runs on wheels, and every hand oils the wheels as they run. Ouida oil running hands There is a chord in every heart that has a sigh in it if touched aright. Ouida chords sadness heart In its permission to man to render subject to him all other living creatures of the earth, it continued the cruelty of the barbarian and the pagan, and endowed these with what appeared a divine authority. Ouida earth men religion Intensely selfish people are always very decided as to what they wish. They do not waste their energies in considering the good of others. Ouida selfish wish people for what is the gift of the poet and the artist except to see the sights which others cannot see and to hear the sounds that others cannot hear? Ouida poetry sight art Honor is an old-world thing; but it smells sweet to those in whose hand it is strong. Ouida strong sweet hands A pipe is a pocket philosopher,--a truer one than Socrates, for it never asks questions. Socrates must have been very tiresome, when one thinks of it. Ouida pockets philosophy thinking Excess always carries it's own retributions. Ouida retribution carrie excess There is no applause that so flatters a man as that which he wrings from unwilling throats. Ouida applause throat men 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, and gives free passage to the sun-coursers with which it leaves those heavenly fields of light for the gross battlefields of earth. Ouida money light war Familiarity is a magician that is cruel to beauty but kind to ugliness. Ouida magician familiarity kind To vice, innocence must always seem only a superior kind of chicanery. Ouida innocence kind vices Opposition to a man in love is like oil to fire. Ouida fire love men The world never leaves one in ignorance or in peace. Ouida ignorance world Power is sweet, and when you are a little clerk you love its sweetness quite as much as if you were an emperor, and maybe you love it a good deal more. Ouida clerks littles sweet nothing is so pleasant ... as to display your worldly wisdom in epigram and dissertation, but it is a trifle tedious to hear another person display theirs. Ouida trifles bores wit Music is not a science any more than poetry is. It is a sublime instinct, like genius of all kinds. Ouida sublime music genius
