Sin ought to be something exquisite, my dear boy.
EMILE ZOLAA new dynasty is never founded without a struggle. Blood makes good manure.
More Emile Zola Quotes
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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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The artist is nothing without the gift, but the gift is nothing without work.
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Through the centuries, the history of peoples is but a lesson in mutual tolerance.
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Blow the candle out, I don’t need to see what my thoughts look like.
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She was cold by nature, self-love predominating over passion; rather than being virtuous, she preferred to have her pleasures all to herself.
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I have but one passion: to enlighten those who have been kept in the dark, in the name of humanity which has suffered so much and is entitled to happiness. My fiery protest is simply the cry of my very soul.
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I do not despair in the least of ultimate triumph. I repeat it with intense conviction.
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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 truth is buried, it grows. It chokes. It gathers such an explosive force that on the day it bursts out, it blows up everything with it.
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The camembert with its venison scent defeats the Marolles and Limbourg dull smells; It spreads its exhalation, smothering the other scents under its surprising breath abundance.
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In Paris, everything’s for sale: wise virgins, foolish virgins, truth and lies, tears and smiles.
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The word realist means nothing to me, because I would subordinate reality to temperament. Give me what is true and I applaud; but give me what is individual and alive and I applaud even more.
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These young people naturally grow up with ideas different from ours, for they are born for times when we shall no longer be here
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It is not necessary that one should humble oneself to deserve assistance, it is sufficient that one should suffer.
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Paris flared – Paris, which the divine sun had sown with light, and where in glory waved the great future harvest of Truth and of Justice.
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