The word realist means nothing to me, because I would subordinate reality to temperament. Give me what is true and I applaud; but give me what is individual and alive and I applaud even more.
EMILE ZOLAClassical education has deformed everything, and has imposed upon us as geniuses men of correct, facile talent, who follow the beaten track.
More Emile Zola Quotes
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The day is not far off when one ordinary carrot may be pregnant with revolution.
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It all seemed a hollow sham now – that strict code, that conscientious virtue that condemned her to the sterile joys of pious women! No, no, she’d had enough of that; she wanted to live!
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Over all crowds there seems to float a vague distress, an atmosphere of pervasive melancholy, as if any large gathering of people creates an aura of terror and pity.
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I am an artist. I am here to live out loud.
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They dared not peer down into their own natures, down into the feverish confusion that filled their minds with a kind of dense, acrid mist.
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Man’s highest duty is to protect animals from cruelty.
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The camembert with its venison scent defeats the Marolles and Limbourg dull smells; It spreads its exhalation, smothering the other scents under its surprising breath abundance.
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The road to Lourdes is littered with crutches, but not one wooden leg.
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She might have liked to try to strangle him with those slender fingers of hers, but she wanted to make a job of it and this great patience with which she waited for her claws to grow was in itself a form of enjoyment.
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When you have a sorrow that is too great it leaves no room for any other.
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Everything is only a dream.
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Inability, human incapacity, is the only boundary to an art.
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The conclusion does not belong to the artist.
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Oh, the fools, like a lot of good little schoolboys, scared to death of anything they’ve been taught is wrong!
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Paris flared – Paris, which the divine sun had sown with light, and where in glory waved the great future harvest of Truth and of Justice.
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