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.
OuidaTalent wears well, genius wears itself out; talent drives a snug brougham in fact; genius, a sun-chariot in fancy.
OuidaWomen hope that the dead love may revive; but men know that of all dead things none are so past recall as a dead passion.
OuidaA just chastisement may benefit a man, though it seldom does; but an unjust one changes all his blood to gall.
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