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 ZOLAShe 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.
More Emile Zola Quotes
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It is not I who am strong, it is reason, it is truth.
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Inability, human incapacity, is the only boundary to an art.
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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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A god of kindness would be charitable to all. Your god of wrath and punishment is but a monstrous phantasy.
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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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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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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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It is not necessary that one should humble oneself to deserve assistance, it is sufficient that one should suffer.
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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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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!
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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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I would rather die of passion than of boredom.
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When a peasant begins to feel the need for instruction, he usually becomes fiercely calculating.
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I do not despair in the least of ultimate triumph. I repeat it with intense conviction.
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The road to Lourdes is littered with crutches, but not one wooden leg.
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