A ruined man fell from her hands like a ripe fruit, to lie rotting on the ground.
EMILE ZOLAThe day is not far off when one ordinary carrot may be pregnant with revolution.
More Emile Zola Quotes
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The conclusion does not belong to the artist.
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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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The road to Lourdes is littered with crutches, but not one wooden leg.
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Yes! live life with every fibre of one’s being, surrender oneself to it, with no thoughts of rebellion, without deluding oneself that one can improve it and render it painless.
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Why then should money be blamed for all the dirt and crimes it causes? For is love less filthy – love which creates life?
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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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The day is not far off when one ordinary carrot may be pregnant with revolution.
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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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Truth is on the march, and nothing will stop it.
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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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If I cannot overwhelm with my quality, I will overwhelm with my quantity.
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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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Paris flared – Paris, which the divine sun had sown with light, and where in glory waved the great future harvest of Truth and of Justice.
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I would rather die of passion than of boredom.
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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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