The road to Lourdes is littered with crutches, but not one wooden leg.
EMILE ZOLAA god of kindness would be charitable to all. Your god of wrath and punishment is but a monstrous phantasy.
More Emile Zola Quotes
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Man’s highest duty is to protect animals from cruelty.
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An entire lifetime would not be long enough for you to exhaust the glance of the young harvest-girl.
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The past was but the cemetery of our illusions: one simply stubbed one’s toes on the gravestones.
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Violence has never prospered, you can’t remake the world in a day. Anyone who promises to change everything for you all at once is either a fool or a rogue!
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It is not necessary that one should humble oneself to deserve assistance, it is sufficient that one should suffer.
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Since the same human mire remains beneath, does not all civilization reduce itself to the superiority of smelling nice and living well?
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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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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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These young people naturally grow up with ideas different from ours, for they are born for times when we shall no longer be here
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When sometimes, behind his back, they called him a tyrant, he merely smiled and uttered this profound observation: If some day I turn liberal, they will say I have let them down.
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If something’s just, I’ll let myself be hacked to bits for it.
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Perfection is such a nuisance that I often regret having cured myself of using tobacco.
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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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The vague torment of ambition.
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Why then should money be blamed for all the dirt and crimes it causes? For is love less filthy – love which creates life?
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