When 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 ZOLAViolence has never prospered, you can’t remake the world in a day. Anyone who promises to change everything for you all at once is either a fool or a rogue!
More Emile Zola Quotes
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In 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.
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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.
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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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Has science ever retreated? No! It is Catholicism which has always retreated before her, and will always be forced to retreat.
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When a peasant begins to feel the need for instruction, he usually becomes fiercely calculating.
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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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A ruined man fell from her hands like a ripe fruit, to lie rotting on the ground.
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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.
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Don’t go looking at me like that because you’ll wear your eyes out.
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Blow the candle out, I don’t need to see what my thoughts look like.
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The only basis for living is believing in life, loving it, and applying the whole force of one’s intellect to know it better.
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Classical education has deformed everything, and has imposed upon us as geniuses men of correct, facile talent, who follow the beaten track.
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If people can just love each other a little bit, they can be so happy.
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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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The road to Lourdes is littered with crutches, but not one wooden leg.
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