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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.

Emile Zola

Nothing develops intelligence like travel.
EMILE ZOLA

Development Intelligence Travel
What 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.
EMILE ZOLA

Death Food Load Myself Quantity
Man’s highest duty is to protect animals from cruelty.
EMILE ZOLA

Animal Cruelty Protection Responsibility
The road to Lourdes is littered with crutches, but not one wooden leg.
EMILE ZOLA

Journey Road Struggle
If something’s just, I’ll let myself be hacked to bits for it.
EMILE ZOLA

Allow Hack Myself Part Willing
In my view you cannot claim to have seen something until you have photographed it.
EMILE ZOLA

Photography View Yourself
Truth is on the march, and nothing will stop it.
EMILE ZOLA

Stop Truth Way
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
Respectable people, What bastards!
EMILE ZOLA

People Respect
Sin ought to be something exquisite, my dear boy.
EMILE ZOLA

Boy Exquisite Myself Sin
The only basis for living is believing in life, loving it, and applying the whole force of one’s intellect to know it better.
EMILE ZOLA

Believe Better Force Intellect Live Love
Oh, the fools, like a lot of good little schoolboys, scared to death of anything they’ve been taught is wrong!
EMILE ZOLA

Fear Fools School Teaching Wrong
A new dynasty is never founded without a struggle. Blood makes good manure.
EMILE ZOLA

Blood Fertilizer Goodness Struggle
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
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.
EMILE ZOLA

Liberal Myself Observation Smile Time
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.
EMILE ZOLA

Confusion Dare Kind Mindset Nature

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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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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