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I would rather die of passion than of boredom.

Emile Zola

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
Classical education has deformed everything, and has imposed upon us as geniuses men of correct, facile talent, who follow the beaten track.
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Class Correct Education Genius Talent Track
A new dynasty is never founded without a struggle. Blood makes good manure.
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Blood Fertilizer Goodness Struggle
If you shut up truth, and bury it underground, it will but grow.
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Growth Shut Truth Yourself
The day is not far off when one ordinary carrot may be pregnant with revolution.
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Ordinary Pregnant Revolution
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
It is not I who am strong, it is reason, it is truth.
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Reason Strong Truth
One forges one’s style on the terrible anvil of daily deadlines.
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Dead Fake Forge Line Style
Lovers are made by a kiss.
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Kiss Lover One Liner
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
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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Cheek Kiss Lover Search
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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Blow Choke Force Truth
The conclusion does not belong to the artist.
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Artist Conclusion
Art for me…is a negation of society, an affirmation of the individual, outside of all the rules and all the demands of society.
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Affirmation Art Demand Negotiation Rule Society
Yes! live life with every fibre of one’s being, surrender oneself to it, with no thoughts of rebellion, without deluding oneself that one can improve it and render it painless.
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Fibre Improvement Life Pain Rebel Surrender
If people can just love each other a little bit, they can be so happy.
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Each Other Happiness Love People
Nothing develops intelligence like travel.
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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.
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Death Food Load Myself Quantity
Did science promise happiness? I do not believe it. It promised truth, and the question is to know if we will ever make happiness with truth.
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Believe Happiness Myself Promise Science Truth
Over all crowds there seems to float a vague distress, an atmosphere of pervasive melancholy, as if any large gathering of people creates an aura of terror and pity.
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Creation Distress People Sadness
A ruined man fell from her hands like a ripe fruit, to lie rotting on the ground.
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Fruit Hands Lying Man Ruin
She might have liked to try to strangle him with those slender fingers of hers, but she wanted to make a job of it and this great patience with which she waited for her claws to grow was in itself a form of enjoyment.
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Death Enjoyment Fingers Job Strangle
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
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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Earth Fire Nature Palace Sprite Water Wave
The artist is nothing without the gift, but the gift is nothing without work.
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Ability Artist Gift Hard Work Talent
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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Cold Happiness Herself Nature Passion Virtuous
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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End Gratitude Life Love People Thinking World

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