Man’s highest duty is to protect animals from cruelty.
EMILE ZOLAA god of kindness would be charitable to all. Your god of wrath and punishment is but a monstrous phantasy.
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Art for me…is a negation of society, an affirmation of the individual, outside of all the rules and all the demands of society.
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When a peasant begins to feel the need for instruction, he usually becomes fiercely calculating.
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The road to Lourdes is littered with crutches, but not one wooden leg.
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If you shut up truth, and bury it underground, it will but grow.
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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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They talked so, with secret hearts, without needing words, talking of other things. They could have suddenly continued their confessions aloud, without ceasing to understand each other.
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Inability, human incapacity, is the only boundary to an art.
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A god of kindness would be charitable to all. Your god of wrath and punishment is but a monstrous phantasy.
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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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I would rather die of passion than of boredom.
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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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When lovers kiss on the cheeks, it is because they are searching, feeling for one another’s lips. Lovers are made by a kiss.
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Every wave is a water sprite who swims in the current, each current is a path which snakes towards my palace, and my palace is fluidly built at the bottom of the lake, in the triangle of earth, fire and water.
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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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If you shut up truth and bury it under the ground, it will but grow, and gather to itself such explosive power that the day it bursts through it will blow up everything in its way.
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