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 ZOLAWhen 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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She might have liked to try to strangle him with those slender fingers of hers, but she wanted to make a job of it and this great patience with which she waited for her claws to grow was in itself a form of enjoyment.
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They dared not peer down into their own natures, down into the feverish confusion that filled their minds with a kind of dense, acrid mist.
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Governments are suspicious of literature because it is a force that eludes them.
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If people can just love each other a little bit, they can be so happy.
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Don’t go looking at me like that because you’ll wear your eyes out.
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In my view you cannot claim to have seen something until you have photographed it.
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I would rather die of passion than of boredom.
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An entire lifetime would not be long enough for you to exhaust the glance of the young harvest-girl.
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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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Did not one spend the first half of one’s days in dreams of happiness and the second half in regrets and terrors?
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If you ask me what I came into this life to do, I will tell you: I came to live out loud.
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I am an artist. I am here to live out loud.
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When a peasant begins to feel the need for instruction, he usually becomes fiercely calculating.
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Why then should money be blamed for all the dirt and crimes it causes? For is love less filthy – love which creates life?
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One forges one’s style on the terrible anvil of daily deadlines.
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