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Art is a corner of creation seen through a temperament.

Emile Zola

If you ask me what I came into this life to do, I will tell you: I came to live out loud.
EMILE ZOLA

Existence Life Live Myself Purpose
The road to Lourdes is littered with crutches, but not one wooden leg.
EMILE ZOLA

Journey Road Struggle
A ruined man fell from her hands like a ripe fruit, to lie rotting on the ground.
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Fruit Hands Lying Man Ruin
Has science ever retreated? No! It is Catholicism which has always retreated before her, and will always be forced to retreat.
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Religion Retreat Science
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
Art is a corner of creation seen through a temperament.
EMILE ZOLA

Art Corner Creation Temperature
Lovers are made by a kiss.
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Kiss Lover One Liner
The fate of animals is of greater importance to me than the fear of appearing ridiculous; it is indissolubly connected with the fate of men.
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Animal Appearance Connection Fate Fear Greatness Important Man
Inability, human incapacity, is the only boundary to an art.
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Art Boundary Human Incapacity Limitation
The vague torment of ambition.
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Ambition One Liner
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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Abundance Breathe Defeat Scent Surprise
Paris flared – Paris, which the divine sun had sown with light, and where in glory waved the great future harvest of Truth and of Justice.
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Divine Future Greatness Justice Light Sun Truth
Respectable people, What bastards!
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People Respect
When you have a sorrow that is too great it leaves no room for any other.
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Greatness Leaving Sorrow
Through the centuries, the history of peoples is but a lesson in mutual tolerance.
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History Lesson People Time Tolerance
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
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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Liberal Myself Observation Smile Time
I am an artist. I am here to live out loud.
EMILE ZOLA

Artist Live Loud Myself
It is not necessary that one should humble oneself to deserve assistance, it is sufficient that one should suffer.
EMILE ZOLA

Assistance Deserve Humble Necessary Sufficiant
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
Governments are suspicious of literature because it is a force that eludes them.
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Force Government Literature
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
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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Beneath Civilization Human Live Smell
I am little concerned with beauty or perfection. I don’t care for the great centuries. All I care about is life, struggle, intensity.
EMILE ZOLA

Beautiful Intensity Myself Perfection Struggle
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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Cheek Kiss Lover Search
Oh, the fools, like a lot of good little schoolboys, scared to death of anything they’ve been taught is wrong!
EMILE ZOLA

Fear Fools School Teaching Wrong
The only basis for living is believing in life, loving it, and applying the whole force of one’s intellect to know it better.
EMILE ZOLA

Believe Better Force Intellect Live Love

Art is a corner of creation seen through a temperament.

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