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Sin ought to be something exquisite, my dear boy.

Emile Zola

Let us eat, drink and satisfy our coarse appetites, but let us keep our souls sacred and apart.
EMILE ZOLA

Drink Eat Ourselves Sacred Soul
I would rather die of passion than of boredom.
EMILE ZOLA

Boredom Death Myself Passion
Did not one spend the first half of one’s days in dreams of happiness and the second half in regrets and terrors?
EMILE ZOLA

Dreams Fear Happiness Oneself Regret
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.
EMILE ZOLA

Blow Choke Force Truth
If I cannot overwhelm with my quality, I will overwhelm with my quantity.
EMILE ZOLA

Impress Myself Quality Quantity
I do not despair in the least of ultimate triumph. I repeat it with intense conviction.
EMILE ZOLA

Myself Repeat Triumph Ultimate
Blow the candle out, I don’t need to see what my thoughts look like.
EMILE ZOLA

Blow Myself Need See Thinking
Man’s highest duty is to protect animals from cruelty.
EMILE ZOLA

Animal Cruelty Protection Responsibility
Governments are suspicious of literature because it is a force that eludes them.
EMILE ZOLA

Force Government Literature
The camembert with its venison scent defeats the Marolles and Limbourg dull smells; It spreads its exhalation, smothering the other scents under its surprising breath abundance.
EMILE ZOLA

Abundance Breathe Defeat Scent Surprise
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.
EMILE ZOLA

Myself Praise Reality Temperature True Word
When you have a sorrow that is too great it leaves no room for any other.
EMILE ZOLA

Greatness Leaving Sorrow
In my view you cannot claim to have seen something until you have photographed it.
EMILE ZOLA

Photography View Yourself
In Paris, everything’s for sale: wise virgins, foolish virgins, truth and lies, tears and smiles.
EMILE ZOLA

Fools Lying Sale Tears Virgin
Perfection is such a nuisance that I often regret having cured myself of using tobacco.
EMILE ZOLA

Drugs Myself Perfection Regret
Sin ought to be something exquisite, my dear boy.
EMILE ZOLA

Boy Exquisite Myself Sin

Sin ought to be something exquisite, my dear boy.

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