The artist is nothing without the gift, but the gift is nothing without work.
EMILE ZOLAThey 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.
More Emile Zola Quotes
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If I cannot overwhelm with my quality, I will overwhelm with my quantity.
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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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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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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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One forges one’s style on the terrible anvil of daily deadlines.
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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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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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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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In Paris, everything’s for sale: wise virgins, foolish virgins, truth and lies, tears and smiles.
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Through the centuries, the history of peoples is but a lesson in mutual tolerance.
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I am little concerned with beauty or perfection. I don’t care for the great centuries. All I care about is life, struggle, intensity.
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Civilization will not attain to its perfection until the last stone from the last church falls on the last priest.
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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!
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Truth is on the march, and nothing will stop it.
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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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