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Emile Zola

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
An entire lifetime would not be long enough for you to exhaust the glance of the young harvest-girl.
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Enough Life Time Woman Young
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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Religion Retreat Science
The road to Lourdes is littered with crutches, but not one wooden leg.
EMILE ZOLA

Journey Road Struggle
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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Existence Life Live Myself Purpose
The vague torment of ambition.
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Ambition One Liner
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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Abundance Breathe Defeat Scent Surprise
Sin ought to be something exquisite, my dear boy.
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Boy Exquisite Myself Sin
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
It is not necessary that one should humble oneself to deserve assistance, it is sufficient that one should suffer.
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Assistance Deserve Humble Necessary Sufficiant
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!
EMILE ZOLA

Enough Happiness Hollow Joy Live Strict Virtue Woman
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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Growth Ideas People Time Young
A god of kindness would be charitable to all. Your god of wrath and punishment is but a monstrous phantasy.
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Charitable God Kindness Monster Punishment Yourself
Don’t go looking at me like that because you’ll wear your eyes out.
EMILE ZOLA

Eyes Myself Sight Stare 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.
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Liberal Myself Observation Smile Time
Nothing develops intelligence like travel.
EMILE ZOLA

Development Intelligence Travel

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