Emile Zola Quotes
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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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The artist is nothing without the gift, but the gift is nothing without work.
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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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Selling beauty is something I can understand. Even selling false beauty seems perfectly natural; it's a sign of progress.
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Why is it that my heart is so touched whenever I meet a dog lost in our noisy streets? Why do I feel such anguished pity when I see one of these creatures coming and going, sniffing everyone, frightened, despairing of even finding its master?
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If I cannot overwhelm with my quality, I will overwhelm with my quantity.
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The road to Lourdes is littered with crutches, but not one wooden leg.
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I do not despair in the least of ultimate triumph. I repeat it with intense conviction.
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Vines will be planted, corn will spring up, a whole growth of new crops; and people will still fall in love in vintages and harvests yet to come. Life is eternal; it is a perpetual renewal of birth and growth.
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Art is a corner of creation seen through a temperament.
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In my view you cannot claim to have seen something until you have photographed it.
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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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People like comfort; that's natural. But as for making money simply for the sake of making it, and giving yourself far more trouble and anxiety to gain it than you can ever get pleasure from it when it's gained, why, as for me, I'd rather sit still and cross my arms.
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Perfection is such a nuisance that I often regret having cured myself of using tobacco.
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Classical education has deformed everything, and has imposed upon us as geniuses men of correct, facile talent, who follow the beaten track.
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If people can just love each other a little bit, they can be so happy.
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Inability, human incapacity, is the only boundary to an art.
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The fear of life, the fear of burdens and of duties, of annoyances and of catastrophes! The fear of life, which makes us, through dread of its sufferings, refuse its joys. Ah! I tell you, this cowardliness enrages me; I cannot forgive it. We must live - live a complete life - live all our life.
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Sin ought to be something exquisite, my dear boy.
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Violence has never prospered, you can't remake the world in a day. Anyone who promises to change everything for you all at once is either a fool or a rogue!
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And that wreched creature without hands or feet, who had to be put to bed and fed like a child, that pitiable remnant of a man, whose almost vanished life was nothing more than one scream of pain, cried out in furious indignation: 'What a fool one must be to go and kill oneself!' " - 'Joy of Life
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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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Paris flared -- Paris, which the divine sun had sown with light, and where in glory waved the great future harvest of Truth and of Justice.
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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.