The only basis for living is believing in life, loving it, and applying the whole force of one’s intellect to know it better.
EMILE ZOLAEvery 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.
More Emile Zola Quotes
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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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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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The vague torment of ambition.
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It is not I who am strong, it is reason, it is truth.
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If I cannot overwhelm with my quality, I will overwhelm with my quantity.
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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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The thought is a deed. Of all deeds she fertilizes the world most.
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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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The artist is nothing without the gift, but the gift is nothing without work.
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A new dynasty is never founded without a struggle. Blood makes good manure.
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I would rather die of passion than of boredom.
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I am spending delightful afternoons in my garden, watching everything living around me. As I grow older, I feel everything departing, and I love everything with more passion.
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Through the centuries, the history of peoples is but a lesson in mutual tolerance.
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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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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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