Sin ought to be something exquisite, my dear boy.
EMILE ZOLAWhen 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.
More Emile Zola Quotes
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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.
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These young people naturally grow up with ideas different from ours, for they are born for times when we shall no longer be here
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If people can just love each other a little bit, they can be so happy.
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If I cannot overwhelm with my quality, I will overwhelm with my quantity.
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The day is not far off when one ordinary carrot may be pregnant with revolution.
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Man’s highest duty is to protect animals from cruelty.
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Yes! live life with every fibre of one’s being, surrender oneself to it, with no thoughts of rebellion, without deluding oneself that one can improve it and render it painless.
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Since the same human mire remains beneath, does not all civilization reduce itself to the superiority of smelling nice and living well?
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The thought is a deed. Of all deeds she fertilizes the world most.
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Perfection is such a nuisance that I often regret having cured myself of using tobacco.
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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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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.
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The conclusion does not belong to the artist.
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If you shut up truth and bury it under the ground, it will but grow, and gather to itself such explosive power that the day it bursts through it will blow up everything in its way.
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The road to Lourdes is littered with crutches, but not one wooden leg.
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