If I cannot overwhelm with my quality, I will overwhelm with my quantity.
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.
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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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A new dynasty is never founded without a struggle. Blood makes good manure.
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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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Don’t go looking at me like that because you’ll wear your eyes out.
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In Paris, everything’s for sale: wise virgins, foolish virgins, truth and lies, tears and smiles.
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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 my view you cannot claim to have seen something until you have photographed it.
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There are two men inside the artist, the poet and the craftsman. One is born a poet. One becomes a craftsman.
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One forges one’s style on the terrible anvil of daily deadlines.
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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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If something’s just, I’ll let myself be hacked to bits for it.
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Did science promise happiness? I do not believe it. It promised truth, and the question is to know if we will ever make happiness with truth.
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Sin ought to be something exquisite, my dear boy.
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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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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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