The conclusion does not belong to the artist.
EMILE ZOLAThe conclusion does not belong to the artist.
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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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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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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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Every wave is a water sprite who swims in the current, each current is a path which snakes towards my palace, and my palace is fluidly built at the bottom of the lake, in the triangle of earth, fire and water.
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It is not necessary that one should humble oneself to deserve assistance, it is sufficient that one should suffer.
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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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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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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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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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There are two men inside the artist, the poet and the craftsman. One is born a poet. One becomes a craftsman.
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Through the centuries, the history of peoples is but a lesson in mutual tolerance.
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Let us eat, drink and satisfy our coarse appetites, but let us keep our souls sacred and apart.
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The past was but the cemetery of our illusions: one simply stubbed one’s toes on the gravestones.
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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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Sin ought to be something exquisite, my dear boy.
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