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Inability, human incapacity, is the only boundary to an art.

Emile Zola

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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Blame Creation Crime Life Love Money
If you ask me what I came into this life to do, I will tell you: I came to live out loud.
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Existence Life Live Myself Purpose
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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Earth Fire Nature Palace Sprite Water Wave
The thought is a deed. Of all deeds she fertilizes the world most.
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Fertilizer Thinking World
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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Animal Appearance Connection Fate Fear Greatness Important Man
I do not despair in the least of ultimate triumph. I repeat it with intense conviction.
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Myself Repeat Triumph Ultimate
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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Believe Better Force Intellect Live Love
One forges one’s style on the terrible anvil of daily deadlines.
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Dead Fake Forge Line Style
Civilization will not attain to its perfection until the last stone from the last church falls on the last priest.
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Civilization Fall Myself Perfection Priest Stone
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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Divine Future Greatness Justice Light Sun Truth
I am an artist. I am here to live out loud.
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Artist Live Loud Myself
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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Affirmation Art Demand Negotiation Rule Society
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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Cold Happiness Herself Nature Passion Virtuous
A ruined man fell from her hands like a ripe fruit, to lie rotting on the ground.
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Fruit Hands Lying Man Ruin
If something’s just, I’ll let myself be hacked to bits for it.
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Allow Hack Myself Part Willing
It all seemed a hollow sham now – that strict code, that conscientious virtue that condemned her to the sterile joys of pious women! No, no, she’d had enough of that; she wanted to live!
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Enough Happiness Hollow Joy Live Strict Virtue Woman
An entire lifetime would not be long enough for you to exhaust the glance of the young harvest-girl.
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Enough Life Time Woman Young
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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Death Enjoyment Fingers Job Strangle
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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Delight Garden Growth Leaving Myself Passion
A new dynasty is never founded without a struggle. Blood makes good manure.
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Blood Fertilizer Goodness Struggle
The conclusion does not belong to the artist.
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Artist Conclusion
In my view you cannot claim to have seen something until you have photographed it.
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Photography View Yourself
A god of kindness would be charitable to all. Your god of wrath and punishment is but a monstrous phantasy.
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Charitable God Kindness Monster Punishment Yourself
I would rather die of passion than of boredom.
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Boredom Death Myself Passion
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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Liberal Myself Observation Smile Time
Truth is on the march, and nothing will stop it.
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Stop Truth Way
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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Blow Choke Force Truth

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