Let us eat, drink and satisfy our coarse appetites, but let us keep our souls sacred and apart.
EMILE ZOLAShe 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.
More Emile Zola Quotes
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In my view you cannot claim to have seen something until you have photographed it.
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If you shut up truth, and bury it underground, it will but grow.
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It all seemed a hollow sham now – that strict code, that conscientious virtue that condemned her to the sterile joys of pious women! No, no, she’d had enough of that; she wanted to live!
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If I cannot overwhelm with my quality, I will overwhelm with my quantity.
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In Paris, everything’s for sale: wise virgins, foolish virgins, truth and lies, tears and smiles.
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Blow the candle out, I don’t need to see what my thoughts look like.
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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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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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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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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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The thought is a deed. Of all deeds she fertilizes the world most.
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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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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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Did science promise happiness? I do not believe it. It promised truth, and the question is to know if we will ever make happiness with truth.
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