The past was but the cemetery of our illusions: one simply stubbed one’s toes on the gravestones.
EMILE ZOLAThe past was but the cemetery of our illusions: one simply stubbed one’s toes on the gravestones.
EMILE ZOLAA god of kindness would be charitable to all. Your god of wrath and punishment is but a monstrous phantasy.
EMILE ZOLAWhen you have a sorrow that is too great it leaves no room for any other.
EMILE ZOLAIf people can just love each other a little bit, they can be so happy.
EMILE ZOLAIf you shut up truth, and bury it underground, it will but grow.
EMILE ZOLAThrough the centuries, the history of peoples is but a lesson in mutual tolerance.
EMILE ZOLAPerfection is such a nuisance that I often regret having cured myself of using tobacco.
EMILE ZOLAI would rather die of passion than of boredom.
EMILE ZOLAOne forges one’s style on the terrible anvil of daily deadlines.
EMILE ZOLAWhat 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.
EMILE ZOLAWhy then should money be blamed for all the dirt and crimes it causes? For is love less filthy – love which creates life?
EMILE ZOLAThe 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.
EMILE ZOLAAn entire lifetime would not be long enough for you to exhaust the glance of the young harvest-girl.
EMILE ZOLAThere are two men inside the artist, the poet and the craftsman. One is born a poet. One becomes a craftsman.
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!
EMILE ZOLAThey dared not peer down into their own natures, down into the feverish confusion that filled their minds with a kind of dense, acrid mist.
EMILE ZOLA