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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

The conclusion does not belong to the artist.
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Artist Conclusion
One forges one’s style on the terrible anvil of daily deadlines.
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Dead Fake Forge Line Style
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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Delight Garden Growth Leaving Myself Passion
The artist is nothing without the gift, but the gift is nothing without work.
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Ability Artist Gift Hard Work Talent
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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Fibre Improvement Life Pain Rebel Surrender
Civilization will not attain to its perfection until the last stone from the last church falls on the last priest.
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Civilization Fall Myself Perfection Priest Stone
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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Cry Darkness Enlightenment Humanity Myself Passion Soul Suffering
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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Death Food Load Myself Quantity
Blow the candle out, I don’t need to see what my thoughts look like.
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Blow Myself Need See Thinking
Everything is only a dream.
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Dreams One Liner
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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Creation Distress People Sadness
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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Change Fools Promise Violence World
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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Earth Fire Nature Palace Sprite Water Wave
If you shut up truth, and bury it underground, it will but grow.
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Growth Shut Truth Yourself
She was cold by nature, self-love predominating over passion; rather than being virtuous, she preferred to have her pleasures all to herself.
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Cold Happiness Herself Nature Passion Virtuous
Truth is on the march, and nothing will stop it.
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Stop Truth Way

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.

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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.

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