I am an artist. I am here to live out loud.
EMILE ZOLAOver 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.
More Emile Zola Quotes
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Let us eat, drink and satisfy our coarse appetites, but let us keep our souls sacred and apart.
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When you have a sorrow that is too great it leaves no room for any other.
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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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It is not necessary that one should humble oneself to deserve assistance, it is sufficient that one should suffer.
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In Paris, everything’s for sale: wise virgins, foolish virgins, truth and lies, tears and smiles.
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The conclusion does not belong to the artist.
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If something’s just, I’ll let myself be hacked to bits for it.
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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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I have but one passion: to enlighten those who have been kept in the dark, in the name of humanity which has suffered so much and is entitled to happiness. My fiery protest is simply the cry of my very soul.
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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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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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Has science ever retreated? No! It is Catholicism which has always retreated before her, and will always be forced to retreat.
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Sin ought to be something exquisite, my dear boy.
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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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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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