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Let us eat, drink and satisfy our coarse appetites, but let us keep our souls sacred and apart.

Emile Zola

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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Artist Man Nurtue Poet Talent
I would rather die of passion than of boredom.
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Boredom Death Myself Passion
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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Divine Future Greatness Justice Light Sun Truth
The past was but the cemetery of our illusions: one simply stubbed one’s toes on the gravestones.
EMILE ZOLA

Grave Illusion Oneself Past
When a peasant begins to feel the need for instruction, he usually becomes fiercely calculating.
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Beginning Calculation Fierce Peasant
Truth is on the march, and nothing will stop it.
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Stop Truth Way
The vague torment of ambition.
EMILE ZOLA

Ambition One Liner
A god of kindness would be charitable to all. Your god of wrath and punishment is but a monstrous phantasy.
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Charitable God Kindness Monster Punishment Yourself
Respectable people, What bastards!
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People Respect
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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Class Correct Education Genius Talent Track
I do not despair in the least of ultimate triumph. I repeat it with intense conviction.
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Myself Repeat Triumph Ultimate
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.
EMILE ZOLA

Believe Happiness Myself Promise Science Truth
They 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.
EMILE ZOLA

Each Other Heart Need Secret Talk Understand Word. Confession
In my view you cannot claim to have seen something until you have photographed it.
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Photography View Yourself
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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Confusion Dare Kind Mindset Nature
I am an artist. I am here to live out loud.
EMILE ZOLA

Artist Live Loud Myself
When you have a sorrow that is too great it leaves no room for any other.
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Greatness Leaving Sorrow
An entire lifetime would not be long enough for you to exhaust the glance of the young harvest-girl.
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Enough Life Time Woman Young
Man’s highest duty is to protect animals from cruelty.
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Animal Cruelty Protection Responsibility
Since the same human mire remains beneath, does not all civilization reduce itself to the superiority of smelling nice and living well?
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Beneath Civilization Human Live Smell
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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Beautiful Intensity Myself Perfection Struggle
The road to Lourdes is littered with crutches, but not one wooden leg.
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Journey Road Struggle
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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Cry Darkness Enlightenment Humanity Myself Passion Soul Suffering
She was cold by nature, self-love predominating over passion; rather than being virtuous, she preferred to have her pleasures all to herself.
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Cold Happiness Herself Nature Passion Virtuous
Every wave is a water sprite who swims in the current, each current is a path which snakes towards my palace, and my palace is fluidly built at the bottom of the lake, in the triangle of earth, fire and water.
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Earth Fire Nature Palace Sprite Water Wave
Blow the candle out, I don’t need to see what my thoughts look like.
EMILE ZOLA

Blow Myself Need See Thinking
One forges one’s style on the terrible anvil of daily deadlines.
EMILE ZOLA

Dead Fake Forge Line Style

Let us eat, drink and satisfy our coarse appetites, but let us keep our souls sacred and apart.

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