How evil life must be if it were indeed necessary that such imploring cries, such cries of physical and moral wretchedness, should ever and ever ascend to heaven!
EMILE ZOLALet us eat, drink and satisfy our coarse appetites, but let us keep our souls sacred and apart.
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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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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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One forges one’s style on the terrible anvil of daily deadlines.
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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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Blow the candle out, I don’t need to see what my thoughts look like.
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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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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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Nothing develops intelligence like travel.
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I am little concerned with beauty or perfection. I don’t care for the great centuries. All I care about is life, struggle, intensity.
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Inability, human incapacity, is the only boundary to an art.
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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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A god of kindness would be charitable to all. Your god of wrath and punishment is but a monstrous phantasy.
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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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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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Civilization will not attain to its perfection until the last stone from the last church falls on the last priest.
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