Oh, the fools, like a lot of good little schoolboys, scared to death of anything they’ve been taught is wrong!
EMILE ZOLAYes! live life with every fibre of one’s being, surrender oneself to it, with no thoughts of rebellion, without deluding oneself that one can improve it and render it painless.
More Emile Zola Quotes
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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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If people can just love each other a little bit, they can be so happy.
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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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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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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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When a peasant begins to feel the need for instruction, he usually becomes fiercely calculating.
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I would rather die of passion than of boredom.
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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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Nothing develops intelligence like travel.
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Man’s highest duty is to protect animals from cruelty.
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Over all crowds there seems to float a vague distress, an atmosphere of pervasive melancholy, as if any large gathering of people creates an aura of terror and pity.
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When lovers kiss on the cheeks, it is because they are searching, feeling for one another’s lips. Lovers are made by a kiss.
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Perfection is such a nuisance that I often regret having cured myself of using tobacco.
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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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A ruined man fell from her hands like a ripe fruit, to lie rotting on the ground.
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