An entire lifetime would not be long enough for you to exhaust the glance of the young harvest-girl.
EMILE ZOLAI 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.
More Emile Zola Quotes
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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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The thought is a deed. Of all deeds she fertilizes the world most.
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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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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.
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The conclusion does not belong to the artist.
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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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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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The road to Lourdes is littered with crutches, but not one wooden leg.
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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.
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If you shut up truth, and bury it underground, it will but grow.
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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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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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Respectable people, What bastards!
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My fiery protest is simply the cry of my very soul.
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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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