When a peasant begins to feel the need for instruction, he usually becomes fiercely calculating.
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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I do not despair in the least of ultimate triumph. I repeat it with intense conviction.
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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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Let us eat, drink and satisfy our coarse appetites, but let us keep our souls sacred and apart.
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Governments are suspicious of literature because it is a force that eludes them.
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The only basis for living is believing in life, loving it, and applying the whole force of one’s intellect to know it better.
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One forges one’s style on the terrible anvil of daily deadlines.
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The word realist means nothing to me, because I would subordinate reality to temperament. Give me what is true and I applaud; but give me what is individual and alive and I applaud even more.
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If you ask me what I came into this life to do, I will tell you: I came to live out loud.
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The day is not far off when one ordinary carrot may be pregnant with revolution.
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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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My fiery protest is simply the cry of my very soul.
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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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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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She 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.
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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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