Quote#Wisdom
What use was it to argue with a little idiot like this? Indeed,…
Quote byOuida · 1839–1908
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Two Little Wooden Shoes (1874), Chapter I.
English (original)
What use was it to argue with a little idiot like this? Indeed, peasants never do argue; they use abuse.
— Ouida
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