Melvin G. Winstock

“ But he at length recovered speech, and renewed the attack.
"Ah, Ouida, you are noble and good; why not economize this worth for grander and purer aspirations?"
"Purer aspirations?" she echoed. "Ah, sir, I am bursting with the fullness of rage. Who are you, that gives you the almost divine right to preach against a thing you know not of? You have not looked on life; you have tasted no agony; you have not walked through the blazing furnace of passion."
"God alone knows what my battle has been since the knowledge came to me that I loved you."
"Your passion, sir preacher, moves me not." ”

“ Can it be that I, who have a dozen mighty men, as this world goes, crawling at my feet, am falling captive to a coarse-grained beast, that sleeps and feeds from day to day throughout the year, without a thought or hope beyond the common cattle of the field?"
At this moment a card was handed Ouida, the reading of which filled her eyes with an almost devilish gleam of satisfaction.
"Show the gentleman up," was her swift command.
It was but a moment when Horatio Nugent, the great preacher, appeared before the sculptress! ”

“ Society did nothing for me. I have with these hands carved out my fame. You and your kind no more understand art, than you do the voice of Nature. I have sat nude beneath a master's brush, without an impure thought. ”