I am little concerned with beauty or perfection. I don’t care for the great centuries. All I care about is life, struggle, intensity.
EMILE ZOLAWhen a peasant begins to feel the need for instruction, he usually becomes fiercely calculating.
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Nothing develops intelligence like travel.
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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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When a peasant begins to feel the need for instruction, he usually becomes fiercely calculating.
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When you have a sorrow that is too great it leaves no room for any other.
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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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Don’t go looking at me like that because you’ll wear your eyes out.
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The conclusion does not belong to the artist.
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Blow the candle out, I don’t need to see what my thoughts look like.
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Perfection is such a nuisance that I often regret having cured myself of using tobacco.
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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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In my view you cannot claim to have seen something until you have photographed it.
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There are two men inside the artist, the poet and the craftsman. One is born a poet. One becomes a craftsman.
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Violence has never prospered, you can’t remake the world in a day. Anyone who promises to change everything for you all at once is either a fool or a rogue!
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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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A god of kindness would be charitable to all. Your god of wrath and punishment is but a monstrous phantasy.
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