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A god of kindness would be charitable to all. Your god of wrath and punishment is but a monstrous phantasy.

Emile Zola

The vague torment of ambition.
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Ambition One Liner
Yes! live life with every fibre of one’s being, surrender oneself to it, with no thoughts of rebellion, without deluding oneself that one can improve it and render it painless.
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Fibre Improvement Life Pain Rebel Surrender
If you shut up truth, and bury it underground, it will but grow.
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Growth Shut Truth Yourself
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
My fiery protest is simply the cry of my very soul.
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Cry Fire Myself Protest Soul
She was cold by nature, self-love predominating over passion; rather than being virtuous, she preferred to have her pleasures all to herself.
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Cold Happiness Herself Nature Passion Virtuous
The conclusion does not belong to the artist.
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Artist Conclusion
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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Growth Ideas People Time Young
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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Death Enjoyment Fingers Job Strangle
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
Blow the candle out, I don’t need to see what my thoughts look like.
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Blow Myself Need See Thinking
Lovers are made by a kiss.
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Kiss Lover One Liner
Truth is on the march, and nothing will stop it.
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Stop Truth Way
Don’t go looking at me like that because you’ll wear your eyes out.
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Eyes Myself Sight Stare Yourself
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
In love as in speculation there is much filth; in love also, people think only of their own gratification; yet without love there would be no life, and the world would come to an end.
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End Gratitude Life Love People Thinking World

A god of kindness would be charitable to all. Your god of wrath and punishment is but a monstrous phantasy.

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