Art is a corner of creation seen through a temperament.
EMILE ZOLACivilization will not attain to its perfection until the last stone from the last church falls on the last priest.
More Emile Zola Quotes
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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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When a peasant begins to feel the need for instruction, he usually becomes fiercely calculating.
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Let us eat, drink and satisfy our coarse appetites, but let us keep our souls sacred and apart.
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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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Nothing develops intelligence like travel.
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It is not I who am strong, it is reason, it is truth.
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Perfection is such a nuisance that I often regret having cured myself of using tobacco.
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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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The past was but the cemetery of our illusions: one simply stubbed one’s toes on the gravestones.
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They talked so, with secret hearts, without needing words, talking of other things. They could have suddenly continued their confessions aloud, without ceasing to understand each other.
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If I cannot overwhelm with my quality, I will overwhelm with my quantity.
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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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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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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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In Paris, everything’s for sale: wise virgins, foolish virgins, truth and lies, tears and smiles.
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