Civilization will not attain to its perfection until the last stone from the last church falls on the last priest.
EMILE ZOLAThe only basis for living is believing in life, loving it, and applying the whole force of one’s intellect to know it better.
More Emile Zola Quotes
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Art is a corner of creation seen through a temperament.
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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 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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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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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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If you shut up truth, and bury it underground, it will but grow.
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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.
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Respectable people, What bastards!
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Through the centuries, the history of peoples is but a lesson in mutual tolerance.
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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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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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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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Inability, human incapacity, is the only boundary to an art.
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The road to Lourdes is littered with crutches, but not one wooden leg.
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