Perfection is such a nuisance that I often regret having cured myself of using tobacco.
EMILE ZOLAEvery 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.
More Emile Zola Quotes
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One forges one’s style on the terrible anvil of daily deadlines.
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Inability, human incapacity, is the only boundary to an art.
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If I cannot overwhelm with my quality, I will overwhelm with my quantity.
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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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If people can just love each other a little bit, they can be so happy.
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Violence has never prospered, you can’t remake the world in a day. Anyone who promises to change everything for you all at once is either a fool or a rogue!
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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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It is not I who am strong, it is reason, it is truth.
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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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Through the centuries, the history of peoples is but a lesson in mutual tolerance.
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The fate of animals is of greater importance to me than the fear of appearing ridiculous; it is indissolubly connected with the fate of men.
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Blow the candle out, I don’t need to see what my thoughts look like.
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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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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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The vague torment of ambition.
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