Ouida Quotes - Page 4

Great men have always had dogs.

Histories in blazonry and poems in stone.

Fame has only the span of the day, they say. But to live in the hearts of people-that is worth something.

Great men always have dogs.

If all feeling for grace and beauty were not extinguished in the mass of mankind at the actual moment, such a method of locomotion as cycling could never have found acceptance; no man or woman with the slightest aesthetic sense could assume the ludicrous position necessary for it.

The loss of our illusions is the only loss from which we never recover.

Scandals are like dandelion seeds--they are arrow-headed, and stick where they fall, and bring forth and multiply fourfold.

A little scandal is an excellent thing; nobody is ever brighter or happier of tongue than when he is making mischief of his neighbors.

Genius cannot escape the taint of its time more than a child the influence of its begetting.

Indifference is the invincible grant of the world.

The joy of a strong nature is as cloudless as its suffering is desolate.

Fame! it is the flower of a day, that dies when the next sun rises.

What is failure except feebleness? And what is it to miss one's mark except to aim widely and weakly?

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

Woman's fatal weakness is to desire sympathy and comprehension. --"Wanda

In a few generations more, there will probably be no room at all allowed for animals on the earth: no need of them, no toleration of them. An immense agony will have then ceased, but with it there will also have passed away the last smile of the world's youth.

Charity is a flower not naturally of earthly growth, and it needs manuring with a promise of profit.

I have known men who have been sold and bought a hundred times, who have only got very fat and very comfortable in the process of exchange.

Woman already controls by not seeming to do so. Talk no more of her rights.

The song that we hear with our ears is only the song that is sung in our hearts.

There is nothing that you may not get people to believe in if you will only tell it them loud enough and often enough, till the welkin rings with it.

Talent wears well, genius wears itself out; talent drives a snug brougham in fact; genius, a sun-chariot in fancy.

When passion and habit long lie in company it is only slowly and with incredulity that habit awakens to finds its companion fled, itself alone.

It is a kind of blindness--poverty. We can only grope through life when we are poor, hitting and maiming ourselves against every angle.

The fire of true enthusiasm is like the fires of Baku, which no water can ever quench, and which burn steadily on from night to day, and year to year, because their well-spring is eternal.