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The road to Lourdes is littered with crutches, but not one wooden leg.

Emile Zola

One forges one’s style on the terrible anvil of daily deadlines.
EMILE ZOLA

Dead Fake Forge Line Style
Everything is only a dream.
EMILE ZOLA

Dreams One Liner
The vague torment of ambition.
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Ambition One Liner
Man’s highest duty is to protect animals from cruelty.
EMILE ZOLA

Animal Cruelty Protection Responsibility
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
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
The day is not far off when one ordinary carrot may be pregnant with revolution.
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Ordinary Pregnant Revolution
My fiery protest is simply the cry of my very soul.
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Cry Fire Myself Protest Soul
The conclusion does not belong to the artist.
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Artist Conclusion
How evil life must be if it were indeed necessary that such imploring cries, such cries of physical and moral wretchedness, should ever and ever ascend to heaven!
EMILE ZOLA

Ascend Cry Evil Heaven Life Necessary Physical
The artist is nothing without the gift, but the gift is nothing without work.
EMILE ZOLA

Ability Artist Gift Hard Work Talent
The thought is a deed. Of all deeds she fertilizes the world most.
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Fertilizer Thinking World
Respectable people, What bastards!
EMILE ZOLA

People Respect
Sin ought to be something exquisite, my dear boy.
EMILE ZOLA

Boy Exquisite Myself Sin
Through the centuries, the history of peoples is but a lesson in mutual tolerance.
EMILE ZOLA

History Lesson People Time Tolerance
A ruined man fell from her hands like a ripe fruit, to lie rotting on the ground.
EMILE ZOLA

Fruit Hands Lying Man Ruin

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