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.
EMILE ZOLAThrough the centuries, the history of peoples is but a lesson in mutual tolerance.
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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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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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Lovers are made by a kiss.
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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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The artist is nothing without the gift, but the gift is nothing without work.
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Civilization will not attain to its perfection until the last stone from the last church falls on the last priest.
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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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The camembert with its venison scent defeats the Marolles and Limbourg dull smells; It spreads its exhalation, smothering the other scents under its surprising breath abundance.
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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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The day is not far off when one ordinary carrot may be pregnant with revolution.
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One forges one’s style on the terrible anvil of daily deadlines.
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In my view you cannot claim to have seen something until you have photographed it.
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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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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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Everything is only a dream.
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