Classical education has deformed everything, and has imposed upon us as geniuses men of correct, facile talent, who follow the beaten track.
EMILE ZOLAWhy 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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Everything is only a dream.
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A ruined man fell from her hands like a ripe fruit, to lie rotting on the ground.
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If you shut up truth and bury it under the ground, it will but grow, and gather to itself such explosive power that the day it bursts through it will blow up everything in its way.
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If something’s just, I’ll let myself be hacked to bits for it.
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Man’s highest duty is to protect animals from cruelty.
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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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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 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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Perfection is such a nuisance that I often regret having cured myself of using tobacco.
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I would rather die of passion than of boredom.
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A god of kindness would be charitable to all. Your god of wrath and punishment is but a monstrous phantasy.
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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!
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In Paris, everything’s for sale: wise virgins, foolish virgins, truth and lies, tears and smiles.
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If people can just love each other a little bit, they can be so happy.
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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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