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The past was but the cemetery of our illusions: one simply stubbed one’s toes on the gravestones.

Emile Zola

Everything is only a dream.
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Dreams One Liner
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.
EMILE ZOLA

Confusion Dare Kind Mindset Nature
The day is not far off when one ordinary carrot may be pregnant with revolution.
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Ordinary Pregnant Revolution
The vague torment of ambition.
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Ambition One Liner
Sin ought to be something exquisite, my dear boy.
EMILE ZOLA

Boy Exquisite Myself Sin
What will be the death of me are buillabaisses, food spiced with pimiento, shellfish, and a load of exquisite rubbish which I eat in disproportionate quantities.
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Death Food Load Myself Quantity
The fate of animals is of greater importance to me than the fear of appearing ridiculous; it is indissolubly connected with the fate of men.
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Animal Appearance Connection Fate Fear Greatness Important Man
There are two men inside the artist, the poet and the craftsman. One is born a poet. One becomes a craftsman.
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Artist Man Nurtue Poet Talent
Civilization will not attain to its perfection until the last stone from the last church falls on the last priest.
EMILE ZOLA

Civilization Fall Myself Perfection Priest Stone
Perfection is such a nuisance that I often regret having cured myself of using tobacco.
EMILE ZOLA

Drugs Myself Perfection Regret
Let us eat, drink and satisfy our coarse appetites, but let us keep our souls sacred and apart.
EMILE ZOLA

Drink Eat Ourselves Sacred Soul
I am little concerned with beauty or perfection. I don’t care for the great centuries. All I care about is life, struggle, intensity.
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Beautiful Intensity Myself Perfection Struggle
If I cannot overwhelm with my quality, I will overwhelm with my quantity.
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Impress Myself Quality Quantity
I am spending delightful afternoons in my garden, watching everything living around me. As I grow older, I feel everything departing, and I love everything with more passion.
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Delight Garden Growth Leaving Myself Passion
It is not necessary that one should humble oneself to deserve assistance, it is sufficient that one should suffer.
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Assistance Deserve Humble Necessary Sufficiant
When a peasant begins to feel the need for instruction, he usually becomes fiercely calculating.
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Beginning Calculation Fierce Peasant

The past was but the cemetery of our illusions: one simply stubbed one’s toes on the gravestones.

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