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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.

Emile Zola

A new dynasty is never founded without a struggle. Blood makes good manure.
EMILE ZOLA

Blood Fertilizer Goodness Struggle
Did not one spend the first half of one’s days in dreams of happiness and the second half in regrets and terrors?
EMILE ZOLA

Dreams Fear Happiness Oneself Regret
A god of kindness would be charitable to all. Your god of wrath and punishment is but a monstrous phantasy.
EMILE ZOLA

Charitable God Kindness Monster Punishment Yourself
If you shut up truth, and bury it underground, it will but grow.
EMILE ZOLA

Growth Shut Truth Yourself
In my view you cannot claim to have seen something until you have photographed it.
EMILE ZOLA

Photography View Yourself
The vague torment of ambition.
EMILE ZOLA

Ambition One Liner
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.
EMILE ZOLA

Earth Fire Nature Palace Sprite Water Wave
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.
EMILE ZOLA

Liberal Myself Observation Smile Time
I am an artist. I am here to live out loud.
EMILE ZOLA

Artist Live Loud Myself
The conclusion does not belong to the artist.
EMILE ZOLA

Artist Conclusion
Everything is only a dream.
EMILE ZOLA

Dreams One Liner
If something’s just, I’ll let myself be hacked to bits for it.
EMILE ZOLA

Allow Hack Myself Part Willing
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.
EMILE ZOLA

Delight Garden Growth Leaving Myself Passion
The past was but the cemetery of our illusions: one simply stubbed one’s toes on the gravestones.
EMILE ZOLA

Grave Illusion Oneself Past
Why then should money be blamed for all the dirt and crimes it causes? For is love less filthy – love which creates life?
EMILE ZOLA

Blame Creation Crime Life Love Money
Respectable people, What bastards!
EMILE ZOLA

People Respect

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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