Did not one spend the first half of one’s days in dreams of happiness and the second half in regrets and terrors?
EMILE ZOLAHow 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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I do not despair in the least of ultimate triumph. I repeat it with intense conviction.
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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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These young people naturally grow up with ideas different from ours, for they are born for times when we shall no longer be here
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One forges one’s style on the terrible anvil of daily deadlines.
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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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If you ask me what I came into this life to do, I will tell you: I came to live out loud.
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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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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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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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If people can just love each other a little bit, they can be so happy.
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The fate of animals is of greater importance to me than the fear of appearing ridiculous; it is indissolubly connected with the fate of men.
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The conclusion does not belong to the artist.
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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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Nothing develops intelligence like travel.
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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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