It is not necessary that one should humble oneself to deserve assistance, it is sufficient that one should suffer.
EMILE ZOLAWhat will be the death of me are buillabaisses, food spiced with pimiento, shellfish, and a load of exquisite rubbish which I eat in disproportionate quantities.
More Emile Zola Quotes
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If people can just love each other a little bit, they can be so happy.
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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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Respectable people, What bastards!
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Perfection is such a nuisance that I often regret having cured myself of using tobacco.
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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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Inability, human incapacity, is the only boundary to an art.
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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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If you shut up truth and bury it under the ground, it will but grow, and gather to itself such explosive power that the day it bursts through it will blow up everything in its way.
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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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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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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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Classical education has deformed everything, and has imposed upon us as geniuses men of correct, facile talent, who follow the beaten track.
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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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In Paris, everything’s for sale: wise virgins, foolish virgins, truth and lies, tears and smiles.
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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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