Sin ought to be something exquisite, my dear boy.
EMILE ZOLAIt is not necessary that one should humble oneself to deserve assistance, it is sufficient that one should suffer.
More Emile Zola Quotes
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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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I am an artist. I am here to live out loud.
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Don’t go looking at me like that because you’ll wear your eyes out.
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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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My fiery protest is simply the cry of my very soul.
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The road to Lourdes is littered with crutches, but not one wooden leg.
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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 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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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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The conclusion does not belong to the artist.
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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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The vague torment of ambition.
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When a peasant begins to feel the need for instruction, he usually becomes fiercely calculating.
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Everything is only a dream.
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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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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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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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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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Perfection is such a nuisance that I often regret having cured myself of using tobacco.
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Civilization will not attain to its perfection until the last stone from the last church falls on the last priest.
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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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If you shut up truth, and bury it underground, it will but grow.
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Through the centuries, the history of peoples is but a lesson in mutual tolerance.
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If something’s just, I’ll let myself be hacked to bits for it.
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They talked so, with secret hearts, without needing words, talking of other things. They could have suddenly continued their confessions aloud, without ceasing to understand each other.
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I do not despair in the least of ultimate triumph. I repeat it with intense conviction.
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