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Sin ought to be something exquisite, my dear boy.

Emile Zola

When a peasant begins to feel the need for instruction, he usually becomes fiercely calculating.
EMILE ZOLA

Beginning Calculation Fierce Peasant
In Paris, everything’s for sale: wise virgins, foolish virgins, truth and lies, tears and smiles.
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Fools Lying Sale Tears Virgin
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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Religion Retreat Science
The thought is a deed. Of all deeds she fertilizes the world most.
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Fertilizer Thinking World
It is not I who am strong, it is reason, it is truth.
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Reason Strong Truth
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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Cry Darkness Enlightenment Humanity Myself Passion Soul Suffering
Blow the candle out, I don’t need to see what my thoughts look like.
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Blow Myself Need See Thinking
The conclusion does not belong to the artist.
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Artist Conclusion
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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Animal Appearance Connection Fate Fear Greatness Important Man
The only basis for living is believing in life, loving it, and applying the whole force of one’s intellect to know it better.
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Believe Better Force Intellect Live Love
Why then should money be blamed for all the dirt and crimes it causes? For is love less filthy – love which creates life?
EMILE ZOLA

Blame Creation Crime Life Love Money
When lovers kiss on the cheeks, it is because they are searching, feeling for one another’s lips. Lovers are made by a kiss.
EMILE ZOLA

Cheek Kiss Lover Search
Everything is only a dream.
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Dreams One Liner
It is not necessary that one should humble oneself to deserve assistance, it is sufficient that one should suffer.
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Assistance Deserve Humble Necessary Sufficiant
The past was but the cemetery of our illusions: one simply stubbed one’s toes on the gravestones.
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Grave Illusion Oneself Past
Did not one spend the first half of one’s days in dreams of happiness and the second half in regrets and terrors?
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Dreams Fear Happiness Oneself Regret
Inability, human incapacity, is the only boundary to an art.
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Art Boundary Human Incapacity Limitation
Let us eat, drink and satisfy our coarse appetites, but let us keep our souls sacred and apart.
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Drink Eat Ourselves Sacred Soul
Don’t go looking at me like that because you’ll wear your eyes out.
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Eyes Myself Sight Stare Yourself
I would rather die of passion than of boredom.
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Boredom Death Myself Passion
When sometimes, behind his back, they called him a tyrant, he merely smiled and uttered this profound observation: If some day I turn liberal, they will say I have let them down.
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Liberal Myself Observation Smile Time
If you shut up truth, and bury it underground, it will but grow.
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Growth Shut Truth Yourself
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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Enough Happiness Hollow Joy Live Strict Virtue Woman
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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Blow Choke Force Truth
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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Growth Ideas People Time Young
Truth is on the march, and nothing will stop it.
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Stop Truth Way
In my view you cannot claim to have seen something until you have photographed it.
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Photography View Yourself

Sin ought to be something exquisite, my dear boy.

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