When a peasant begins to feel the need for instruction, he usually becomes fiercely calculating.
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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The thought is a deed. Of all deeds she fertilizes the world most.
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The artist is nothing without the gift, but the gift is nothing without work.
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Inability, human incapacity, is the only boundary to an art.
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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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If people can just love each other a little bit, they can be so happy.
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It 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!
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Governments are suspicious of literature because it is a force that eludes them.
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The word realist means nothing to me, because I would subordinate reality to temperament. Give me what is true and I applaud; but give me what is individual and alive and I applaud even more.
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I do not despair in the least of ultimate triumph. I repeat it with intense conviction.
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Don’t go looking at me like that because you’ll wear your eyes out.
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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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Why then should money be blamed for all the dirt and crimes it causes? For is love less filthy – love which creates life?
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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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Perfection is such a nuisance that I often regret having cured myself of using tobacco.
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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.
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What will be the death of me are buillabaisses, food spiced with pimiento, shellfish, and a load of exquisite rubbish which I eat in disproportionate quantities.
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Let us eat, drink and satisfy our coarse appetites, but let us keep our souls sacred and apart.
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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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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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A ruined man fell from her hands like a ripe fruit, to lie rotting on the ground.
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The vague torment of ambition.
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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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An entire lifetime would not be long enough for you to exhaust the glance of the young harvest-girl.
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Paris flared – Paris, which the divine sun had sown with light, and where in glory waved the great future harvest of Truth and of Justice.
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It is not necessary that one should humble oneself to deserve assistance, it is sufficient that one should suffer.
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Respectable people, What bastards!
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