Inability, human incapacity, is the only boundary to an art.
EMILE ZOLASince 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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When sometimes, behind his back, they called him a tyrant, he merely smiled and uttered this profound observation: If some day I turn liberal, they will say I have let them down.
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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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How evil life must be if it were indeed necessary that such imploring cries, such cries of physical and moral wretchedness, should ever and ever ascend to heaven!
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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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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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The past was but the cemetery of our illusions: one simply stubbed one’s toes on the gravestones.
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In my view you cannot claim to have seen something until you have photographed it.
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I am little concerned with beauty or perfection. I don’t care for the great centuries. All I care about is life, struggle, intensity.
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If I cannot overwhelm with my quality, I will overwhelm with my quantity.
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The only basis for living is believing in life, loving it, and applying the whole force of one’s intellect to know it better.
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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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When a peasant begins to feel the need for instruction, he usually becomes fiercely calculating.
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Violence has never prospered, you can’t remake the world in a day. Anyone who promises to change everything for you all at once is either a fool or a rogue!
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My fiery protest is simply the cry of my very soul.
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One forges one’s style on the terrible anvil of daily deadlines.
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