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Even of death Christianity has made a terror which was unknown to the gay calmness of the Pagan and the stoical repose of the Indian.
— Ouida
writer, novelist
1839 – 1908
Even of death Christianity has made a terror which was unknown to the gay calmness of the Pagan and the stoical repose of the Indian.
Take hope from the heart of man and you make him a beast of prey.
What use was it to argue with a little idiot like this? Indeed, peasants never do argue; they use abuse.
When one has not father, or mother, or brother, and all one's friends have barely bread enough for themselves, life cannot be very easy, nor its crusts very many at any time.
Brussels is a gay little city that lies as bright within its girdle of woodland as any butterfly that rests upon moss.
Take hope from the heart of man and you make him a beast of prey.
Familiarity is a magician that is cruel to beauty but kind to ugliness.
