A god of kindness would be charitable to all. Your god of wrath and punishment is but a monstrous phantasy.
EMILE ZOLADid 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.
More Emile Zola Quotes
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If something’s just, I’ll let myself be hacked to bits for it.
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The artist is nothing without the gift, but the gift is nothing without work.
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I do not despair in the least of ultimate triumph. I repeat it with intense conviction.
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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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I am an artist. I am here to live out loud.
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The vague torment of ambition.
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Everything is only a dream.
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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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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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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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An entire lifetime would not be long enough for you to exhaust the glance of the young harvest-girl.
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The only basis for living is believing in life, loving it, and applying the whole force of one’s intellect to know it better.
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I would rather die of passion than of boredom.
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They talked so, with secret hearts, without needing words, talking of other things. They could have suddenly continued their confessions aloud, without ceasing to understand each other.
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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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