Since the same human mire remains beneath, does not all civilization reduce itself to the superiority of smelling nice and living well?
EMILE ZOLAI would rather die of passion than of boredom.
More Emile Zola Quotes
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It is not I who am strong, it is reason, it is truth.
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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 artist is nothing without the gift, but the gift is nothing without work.
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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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The vague torment of ambition.
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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.
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I am an artist. I am here to live out loud.
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I am spending delightful afternoons in my garden, watching everything living around me. As I grow older, I feel everything departing, and I love everything with more passion.
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She was cold by nature, self-love predominating over passion; rather than being virtuous, she preferred to have her pleasures all to herself.
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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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The day is not far off when one ordinary carrot may be pregnant with revolution.
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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.
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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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A new dynasty is never founded without a struggle. Blood makes good manure.
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One forges one’s style on the terrible anvil of daily deadlines.
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