The thought is a deed. Of all deeds she fertilizes the world most.
EMILE ZOLAPerfection is such a nuisance that I often regret having cured myself of using tobacco.
More Emile Zola Quotes
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The conclusion does not belong to the artist.
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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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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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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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When a peasant begins to feel the need for instruction, he usually becomes fiercely calculating.
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Don’t go looking at me like that because you’ll wear your eyes out.
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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 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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Oh, the fools, like a lot of good little schoolboys, scared to death of anything they’ve been taught is wrong!
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Truth is on the march, and nothing will stop it.
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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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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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I do not despair in the least of ultimate triumph. I repeat it with intense conviction.
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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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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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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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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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It is not necessary that one should humble oneself to deserve assistance, it is sufficient that one should suffer.
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When you have a sorrow that is too great it leaves no room for any other.
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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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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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Perfection is such a nuisance that I often regret having cured myself of using tobacco.
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The road to Lourdes is littered with crutches, but not one wooden leg.
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Paris flared – Paris, which the divine sun had sown with light, and where in glory waved the great future harvest of Truth and of Justice.
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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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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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