The thought is a deed. Of all deeds she fertilizes the world most.
EMILE ZOLAViolence 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!
More Emile Zola Quotes
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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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Truth is on the march, and nothing will stop it.
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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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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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Let us eat, drink and satisfy our coarse appetites, but let us keep our souls sacred and apart.
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The word realist means nothing to me, because I would subordinate reality to temperament. Give me what is true and I applaud; but give me what is individual and alive and I applaud even more.
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In Paris, everything’s for sale: wise virgins, foolish virgins, truth and lies, tears and smiles.
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I am an artist. I am here to live out loud.
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A new dynasty is never founded without a struggle. Blood makes good manure.
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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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Everything is only a dream.
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Nothing develops intelligence like travel.
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A ruined man fell from her hands like a ripe fruit, to lie rotting on the ground.
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Classical education has deformed everything, and has imposed upon us as geniuses men of correct, facile talent, who follow the beaten track.
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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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