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Truth is on the march, and nothing will stop it.

Emile Zola

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
Everything is only a dream.
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Dreams One Liner
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
When a peasant begins to feel the need for instruction, he usually becomes fiercely calculating.
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Beginning Calculation Fierce Peasant
The artist is nothing without the gift, but the gift is nothing without work.
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Ability Artist Gift Hard Work Talent
The vague torment of ambition.
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Ambition One Liner
Lovers are made by a kiss.
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Kiss Lover One Liner
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
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
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
A new dynasty is never founded without a struggle. Blood makes good manure.
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Blood Fertilizer Goodness Struggle
The thought is a deed. Of all deeds she fertilizes the world most.
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Fertilizer Thinking World
Art is a corner of creation seen through a temperament.
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Art Corner Creation Temperature
Man’s highest duty is to protect animals from cruelty.
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Animal Cruelty Protection Responsibility
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
Nothing develops intelligence like travel.
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Development Intelligence Travel

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