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.
EMILE ZOLAThere are two men inside the artist, the poet and the craftsman. One is born a poet. One becomes a craftsman.
More Emile Zola Quotes
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Oh, the fools, like a lot of good little schoolboys, scared to death of anything they’ve been taught is wrong!
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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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Lovers are made by a kiss.
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Blow the candle out, I don’t need to see what my thoughts look like.
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In Paris, everything’s for sale: wise virgins, foolish virgins, truth and lies, tears and smiles.
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Art for me…is a negation of society, an affirmation of the individual, outside of all the rules and all the demands of society.
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If you shut up truth and bury it under the ground, it will but grow, and gather to itself such explosive power that the day it bursts through it will blow up everything in its way.
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Governments are suspicious of literature because it is a force that eludes them.
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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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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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Did not one spend the first half of one’s days in dreams of happiness and the second half in regrets and terrors?
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If something’s just, I’ll let myself be hacked to bits for it.
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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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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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A god of kindness would be charitable to all. Your god of wrath and punishment is but a monstrous phantasy.
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