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?
OuidaLove, the one supreme, unceasing source of human felicity, the one sole joy which lifts the whole mortal existence into the empyrean, was by it [Christianity] degraded into the mere mechanical action of reproduction.
OuidaThe 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.
OuidaCharity is a flower not naturally of earthly growth, and it needs manuring with a promise of profit.
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