If I cannot overwhelm with my quality, I will overwhelm with my quantity.
EMILE ZOLAThe conclusion does not belong to the artist.
More Emile Zola Quotes
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These young people naturally grow up with ideas different from ours, for they are born for times when we shall no longer be here
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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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The vague torment of ambition.
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Perfection is such a nuisance that I often regret having cured myself of using tobacco.
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Why then should money be blamed for all the dirt and crimes it causes? For is love less filthy – love which creates life?
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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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If something’s just, I’ll let myself be hacked to bits for it.
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Blow the candle out, I don’t need to see what my thoughts look like.
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In love as in speculation there is much filth; in love also, people think only of their own gratification; yet without love there would be no life, and the world would come to an end.
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I have but one passion: to enlighten those who have been kept in the dark, in the name of humanity which has suffered so much and is entitled to happiness. My fiery protest is simply the cry of my very soul.
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Lovers are made by a kiss.
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The camembert with its venison scent defeats the Marolles and Limbourg dull smells; It spreads its exhalation, smothering the other scents under its surprising breath abundance.
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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 lovers kiss on the cheeks, it is because they are searching, feeling for one another’s lips. Lovers are made by a kiss.
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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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