In Paris, everything’s for sale: wise virgins, foolish virgins, truth and lies, tears and smiles.
EMILE ZOLANothing develops intelligence like travel.
More Emile Zola Quotes
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Everything is only a dream.
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Truth is on the march, and nothing will stop it.
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In my view you cannot claim to have seen something until you have photographed it.
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If I cannot overwhelm with my quality, I will overwhelm with my quantity.
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Did not one spend the first half of one’s days in dreams of happiness and the second half in regrets and terrors?
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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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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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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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Why 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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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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Perfection is such a nuisance that I often regret having cured myself of using tobacco.
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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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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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There are two men inside the artist, the poet and the craftsman. One is born a poet. One becomes a craftsman.
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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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