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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.

Emile Zola

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
My fiery protest is simply the cry of my very soul.
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Cry Fire Myself Protest Soul
Respectable people, What bastards!
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People Respect
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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Ascend Cry Evil Heaven Life Necessary Physical
I would rather die of passion than of boredom.
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Boredom Death Myself Passion
One forges one’s style on the terrible anvil of daily deadlines.
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Dead Fake Forge Line Style
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
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
An entire lifetime would not be long enough for you to exhaust the glance of the young harvest-girl.
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Enough Life Time Woman Young
I am little concerned with beauty or perfection. I don’t care for the great centuries. All I care about is life, struggle, intensity.
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Beautiful Intensity Myself Perfection Struggle
If something’s just, I’ll let myself be hacked to bits for it.
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Allow Hack Myself Part Willing
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
The vague torment of ambition.
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Ambition One Liner
The conclusion does not belong to the artist.
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Artist Conclusion
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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Liberal Myself Observation Smile Time

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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