Yes! live life with every fibre of one’s being, surrender oneself to it, with no thoughts of rebellion, without deluding oneself that one can improve it and render it painless.
EMILE ZOLAYes! live life with every fibre of one’s being, surrender oneself to it, with no thoughts of rebellion, without deluding oneself that one can improve it and render it painless.
EMILE ZOLAWhy then should money be blamed for all the dirt and crimes it causes? For is love less filthy – love which creates life?
EMILE ZOLAThe thought is a deed. Of all deeds she fertilizes the world most.
EMILE ZOLAWhen truth is buried, it grows. It chokes. It gathers such an explosive force that on the day it bursts out, it blows up everything with it.
EMILE ZOLAIf I cannot overwhelm with my quality, I will overwhelm with my quantity.
EMILE ZOLAParis flared – Paris, which the divine sun had sown with light, and where in glory waved the great future harvest of Truth and of Justice.
EMILE ZOLAWhen lovers kiss on the cheeks, it is because they are searching, feeling for one another’s lips. Lovers are made by a kiss.
EMILE ZOLAArt for me…is a negation of society, an affirmation of the individual, outside of all the rules and all the demands of society.
EMILE ZOLAArt is a corner of creation seen through a temperament.
EMILE ZOLALovers are made by a kiss.
EMILE ZOLAI am an artist. I am here to live out loud.
EMILE ZOLAIt all seemed a hollow sham now – that strict code, that conscientious virtue that condemned her to the sterile joys of pious women! No, no, she’d had enough of that; she wanted to live!
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.
EMILE ZOLAIn love as in speculation there is much filth; in love also, people think only of their own gratification; yet without love there would be no life, and the world would come to an end.
EMILE ZOLAThere are two men inside the artist, the poet and the craftsman. One is born a poet. One becomes a craftsman.
EMILE ZOLANothing develops intelligence like travel.
EMILE ZOLA