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Emile Zola

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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Creation Distress People Sadness
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
If you ask me what I came into this life to do, I will tell you: I came to live out loud.
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Existence Life Live Myself Purpose
The conclusion does not belong to the artist.
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Artist Conclusion
The day is not far off when one ordinary carrot may be pregnant with revolution.
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Ordinary Pregnant Revolution
In Paris, everything’s for sale: wise virgins, foolish virgins, truth and lies, tears and smiles.
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Fools Lying Sale Tears Virgin
Inability, human incapacity, is the only boundary to an art.
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Art Boundary Human Incapacity Limitation
When truth is buried, it grows. It chokes. It gathers such an explosive force that on the day it bursts out, it blows up everything with it.
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Blow Choke Force Truth
The past was but the cemetery of our illusions: one simply stubbed one’s toes on the gravestones.
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Grave Illusion Oneself Past
Governments are suspicious of literature because it is a force that eludes them.
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Force Government Literature
The vague torment of ambition.
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Ambition One Liner
Truth is on the march, and nothing will stop it.
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Stop Truth Way
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.
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Myself Praise Reality Temperature True Word
Did science promise happiness? I do not believe it. It promised truth, and the question is to know if we will ever make happiness with truth.
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Believe Happiness Myself Promise Science Truth
Did not one spend the first half of one’s days in dreams of happiness and the second half in regrets and terrors?
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Dreams Fear Happiness Oneself Regret
The thought is a deed. Of all deeds she fertilizes the world most.
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Fertilizer Thinking World

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