In my view you cannot claim to have seen something until you have photographed it.
EMILE ZOLAWhen lovers kiss on the cheeks, it is because they are searching, feeling for one another’s lips. Lovers are made by a kiss.
More Emile Zola Quotes
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It is not I who am strong, it is reason, it is truth.
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Inability, human incapacity, is the only boundary to an art.
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I am spending delightful afternoons in my garden, watching everything living around me. As I grow older, I feel everything departing, and I love everything with more passion.
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How evil life must be if it were indeed necessary that such imploring cries, such cries of physical and moral wretchedness, should ever and ever ascend to heaven!
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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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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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When you have a sorrow that is too great it leaves no room for any other.
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A new dynasty is never founded without a struggle. Blood makes good manure.
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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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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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Don’t go looking at me like that because you’ll wear your eyes out.
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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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A god of kindness would be charitable to all. Your god of wrath and punishment is but a monstrous phantasy.
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The conclusion does not belong to the artist.
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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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