Since the same human mire remains beneath, does not all civilization reduce itself to the superiority of smelling nice and living well?
EMILE ZOLAWhen you have a sorrow that is too great it leaves no room for any other.
More Emile Zola Quotes
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Art is a corner of creation seen through a temperament.
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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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In my view you cannot claim to have seen something until you have photographed it.
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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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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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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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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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An entire lifetime would not be long enough for you to exhaust the glance of the young harvest-girl.
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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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I would rather die of passion than of boredom.
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The conclusion does not belong to the artist.
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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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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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If you shut up truth and bury it under the ground, it will but grow, and gather to itself such explosive power that the day it bursts through it will blow up everything in its way.
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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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