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.
EMILE ZOLAThe day is not far off when one ordinary carrot may be pregnant with revolution.
More Emile Zola Quotes
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Art for me…is a negation of society, an affirmation of the individual, outside of all the rules and all the demands of society.
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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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If I cannot overwhelm with my quality, I will overwhelm with my quantity.
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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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In Paris, everything’s for sale: wise virgins, foolish virgins, truth and lies, tears and smiles.
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Perfection is such a nuisance that I often regret having cured myself of using tobacco.
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Has science ever retreated? No! It is Catholicism which has always retreated before her, and will always be forced to retreat.
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She was cold by nature, self-love predominating over passion; rather than being virtuous, she preferred to have her pleasures all to herself.
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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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Governments are suspicious of literature because it is a force that eludes them.
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Classical education has deformed everything, and has imposed upon us as geniuses men of correct, facile talent, who follow the beaten track.
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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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When you have a sorrow that is too great it leaves no room for any other.
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Since the same human mire remains beneath, does not all civilization reduce itself to the superiority of smelling nice and living well?
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The vague torment of ambition.
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