Don’t go looking at me like that because you’ll wear your eyes out.
EMILE ZOLAThe day is not far off when one ordinary carrot may be pregnant with revolution.
More Emile Zola Quotes
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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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The 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.
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One forges one’s style on the terrible anvil of daily deadlines.
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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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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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Perfection is such a nuisance that I often regret having cured myself of using tobacco.
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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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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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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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Man’s highest duty is to protect animals from cruelty.
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If people can just love each other a little bit, they can be so happy.
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Inability, human incapacity, is the only boundary to an art.
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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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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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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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