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It is not I who am strong, it is reason, it is truth.

Emile Zola

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.
EMILE ZOLA

Animal Appearance Connection Fate Fear Greatness Important Man
I would rather die of passion than of boredom.
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Boredom Death Myself Passion
The artist is nothing without the gift, but the gift is nothing without work.
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Ability Artist Gift Hard Work Talent
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.
EMILE ZOLA

Blow Choke Force Truth
Violence has never prospered, you can’t remake the world in a day. Anyone who promises to change everything for you all at once is either a fool or a rogue!
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Change Fools Promise Violence World
I do not despair in the least of ultimate triumph. I repeat it with intense conviction.
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Myself Repeat Triumph Ultimate
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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Ascend Cry Evil Heaven Life Necessary Physical
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
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.
EMILE ZOLA

Death Enjoyment Fingers Job Strangle
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
If people can just love each other a little bit, they can be so happy.
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Each Other Happiness Love People
Since the same human mire remains beneath, does not all civilization reduce itself to the superiority of smelling nice and living well?
EMILE ZOLA

Beneath Civilization Human Live Smell
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.
EMILE ZOLA

Burst Ground Power Shut Truth Yourself
The day is not far off when one ordinary carrot may be pregnant with revolution.
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Ordinary Pregnant Revolution
Yes! live life with every fibre of one’s being, surrender oneself to it, with no thoughts of rebellion, without deluding oneself that one can improve it and render it painless.
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Fibre Improvement Life Pain Rebel Surrender
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
If you ask me what I came into this life to do, I will tell you: I came to live out loud.
EMILE ZOLA

Existence Life Live Myself Purpose
The word realist means nothing to me, because I would subordinate reality to temperament. Give me what is true and I applaud; but give me what is individual and alive and I applaud even more.
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Myself Praise Reality Temperature True Word
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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Affirmation Art Demand Negotiation Rule Society
In my view you cannot claim to have seen something until you have photographed it.
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Photography View Yourself
Blow the candle out, I don’t need to see what my thoughts look like.
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Blow Myself Need See Thinking
Inability, human incapacity, is the only boundary to an art.
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Art Boundary Human Incapacity Limitation
Civilization will not attain to its perfection until the last stone from the last church falls on the last priest.
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Civilization Fall Myself Perfection Priest Stone
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.
EMILE ZOLA

Each Other Heart Need Secret Talk Understand Word. Confession
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
I am little concerned with beauty or perfection. I don’t care for the great centuries. All I care about is life, struggle, intensity.
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Beautiful Intensity Myself Perfection Struggle
There are two men inside the artist, the poet and the craftsman. One is born a poet. One becomes a craftsman.
EMILE ZOLA

Artist Man Nurtue Poet Talent

It is not I who am strong, it is reason, it is truth.

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