The thought is a deed. Of all deeds she fertilizes the world most.
EMILE ZOLAThe thought is a deed. Of all deeds she fertilizes the world most.
More Emile Zola Quotes
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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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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.
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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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Governments are suspicious of literature because it is a force that eludes them.
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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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