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Emile Zola

Since the same human mire remains beneath, does not all civilization reduce itself to the superiority of smelling nice and living well?
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Beneath Civilization Human Live Smell
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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Cry Darkness Enlightenment Humanity Myself Passion Soul Suffering
It is not I who am strong, it is reason, it is truth.
EMILE ZOLA

Reason Strong Truth
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
How evil life must be if it were indeed necessary that such imploring cries, such cries of physical and moral wretchedness, should ever and ever ascend to heaven!
EMILE ZOLA

Ascend Cry Evil Heaven Life Necessary Physical
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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Myself Praise Reality Temperature True Word
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.
EMILE ZOLA

Delight Garden Growth Leaving Myself Passion
I am an artist. I am here to live out loud.
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Artist Live Loud Myself
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
Why then should money be blamed for all the dirt and crimes it causes? For is love less filthy – love which creates life?
EMILE ZOLA

Blame Creation Crime Life Love Money
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
Art is a corner of creation seen through a temperament.
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Art Corner Creation Temperature
The road to Lourdes is littered with crutches, but not one wooden leg.
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Journey Road Struggle
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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Confusion Dare Kind Mindset Nature
The day is not far off when one ordinary carrot may be pregnant with revolution.
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Ordinary Pregnant Revolution
If I cannot overwhelm with my quality, I will overwhelm with my quantity.
EMILE ZOLA

Impress Myself Quality Quantity
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
One forges one’s style on the terrible anvil of daily deadlines.
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Dead Fake Forge Line Style
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
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
Respectable people, What bastards!
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People Respect
The thought is a deed. Of all deeds she fertilizes the world most.
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Fertilizer Thinking World
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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Change Fools Promise Violence World
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
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
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

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