Ouida (/ˈwiːdə/; 1 January 1839 – 25 January 1908) was the pseudonym of the English novelist Maria Louise Ramé (although she preferred to be known as Marie Louise de la Ramée).
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.
The world never leaves one in ignorance or in peace.
There is no applause that so flatters a man as that which he wrings from unwilling throats.
Fame nowadays is little else but notoriety.
Intensely selfish people are always very decided as to what they wish. They do not waste their energies in considering the good of others.
Charity in various guises is an intruder the poor see often; but courtesy and delicacy are visitants with which they are seldom honored.
When you talk yourself, you think how witty, how original, how acute you are; but when another does so, you are very apt to think only - What a crib from Rochefoucauld!
Fame has only the span of the day, they say. But to live in the hearts of people-that is worth something.
Fame! it is the flower of a day, that dies when the next sun rises.
Woman already controls by not seeming to do so. Talk no more of her rights.
No great talker ever did any great thing yet, in this world.
Charity is a flower not naturally of earthly growth, and it needs manuring with a promise of profit.
Christianity has been cruel in much to the human race. It has quenched much of the sweet joy and gladness of life; it has caused the natural passions and affections of it to be held as sins.
Christianity has ever been the enemy of human love; it has forever cursed and expelled and crucified the one passion which sweetens and smiles on human life, which makes the desert blossom as the rose, and which glorifies the common things and common ways of earth. It made of this, the angel of life, a shape of sin and darkness. . . Even in the unions which it reluctantly permitted, it degraded and dwarfed the passion which it could not entirely exclude, and permitted it coarsely to exist for the mere necessity of procreation.
To vice, innocence must always seem only a superior kind of chicanery.
The radical defect in Christianity is that it tried to win the world by a bribe, and it has become a nullity.
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.
What we love once, we love forever. Shall there be joy in heaven over those who repent, yet no forgiveness for them upon earth? --"Wanda
Indifference is the invincible grant of the world.
The art of pleasing is more based on the art of seeming pleased than people think of, and she disarmed the prejudices of her enemies by the unaffected delight she appeared to take in themselves.