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They dared not peer down into their own natures, down into the feverish confusion that filled their minds with a kind of dense, acrid mist.

Emile Zola

Don’t go looking at me like that because you’ll wear your eyes out.
EMILE ZOLA

Eyes Myself Sight Stare Yourself
What will be the death of me are buillabaisses, food spiced with pimiento, shellfish, and a load of exquisite rubbish which I eat in disproportionate quantities.
EMILE ZOLA

Death Food Load Myself Quantity
Classical education has deformed everything, and has imposed upon us as geniuses men of correct, facile talent, who follow the beaten track.
EMILE ZOLA

Class Correct Education Genius Talent Track
The vague torment of ambition.
EMILE ZOLA

Ambition One Liner
It is not necessary that one should humble oneself to deserve assistance, it is sufficient that one should suffer.
EMILE ZOLA

Assistance Deserve Humble Necessary Sufficiant
Did not one spend the first half of one’s days in dreams of happiness and the second half in regrets and terrors?
EMILE ZOLA

Dreams Fear Happiness Oneself Regret
Blow the candle out, I don’t need to see what my thoughts look like.
EMILE ZOLA

Blow Myself Need See Thinking
Why then should money be blamed for all the dirt and crimes it causes? For is love less filthy – love which creates life?
EMILE ZOLA

Blame Creation Crime Life Love Money
In Paris, everything’s for sale: wise virgins, foolish virgins, truth and lies, tears and smiles.
EMILE ZOLA

Fools Lying Sale Tears Virgin
I am an artist. I am here to live out loud.
EMILE ZOLA

Artist Live Loud Myself
Has science ever retreated? No! It is Catholicism which has always retreated before her, and will always be forced to retreat.
EMILE ZOLA

Religion Retreat Science
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.
EMILE ZOLA

Abundance Breathe Defeat Scent Surprise
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.
EMILE ZOLA

Myself Praise Reality Temperature True Word
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!
EMILE ZOLA

Change Fools Promise Violence World
When lovers kiss on the cheeks, it is because they are searching, feeling for one another’s lips. Lovers are made by a kiss.
EMILE ZOLA

Cheek Kiss Lover Search
My fiery protest is simply the cry of my very soul.
EMILE ZOLA

Cry Fire Myself Protest Soul
A new dynasty is never founded without a struggle. Blood makes good manure.
EMILE ZOLA

Blood Fertilizer Goodness Struggle
Inability, human incapacity, is the only boundary to an art.
EMILE ZOLA

Art Boundary Human Incapacity Limitation
If you ask me what I came into this life to do, I will tell you: I came to live out loud.
EMILE ZOLA

Existence Life Live Myself Purpose
Through the centuries, the history of peoples is but a lesson in mutual tolerance.
EMILE ZOLA

History Lesson People Time Tolerance
Since the same human mire remains beneath, does not all civilization reduce itself to the superiority of smelling nice and living well?
EMILE ZOLA

Beneath Civilization Human Live Smell
Did science promise happiness? I do not believe it. It promised truth, and the question is to know if we will ever make happiness with truth.
EMILE ZOLA

Believe Happiness Myself Promise Science Truth
Civilization will not attain to its perfection until the last stone from the last church falls on the last priest.
EMILE ZOLA

Civilization Fall Myself Perfection Priest Stone
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.
EMILE ZOLA

Blow Choke Force Truth
When you have a sorrow that is too great it leaves no room for any other.
EMILE ZOLA

Greatness Leaving Sorrow
A god of kindness would be charitable to all. Your god of wrath and punishment is but a monstrous phantasy.
EMILE ZOLA

Charitable God Kindness Monster Punishment Yourself
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.
EMILE ZOLA

Liberal Myself Observation Smile Time

They dared not peer down into their own natures, down into the feverish confusion that filled their minds with a kind of dense, acrid mist.

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