Has science ever retreated? No! It is Catholicism which has always retreated before her, and will always be forced to retreat.
EMILE ZOLAA new dynasty is never founded without a struggle. Blood makes good manure.
More Emile Zola Quotes
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In Paris, everything’s for sale: wise virgins, foolish virgins, truth and lies, tears and smiles.
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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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It is not necessary that one should humble oneself to deserve assistance, it is sufficient that one should suffer.
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Inability, human incapacity, is the only boundary to an art.
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When you have a sorrow that is too great it leaves no room for any other.
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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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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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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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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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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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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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Governments are suspicious of literature because it is a force that eludes them.
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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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I would rather die of passion than of boredom.
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The past was but the cemetery of our illusions: one simply stubbed one’s toes on the gravestones.
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