Sin ought to be something exquisite, my dear boy. Emile Zola More Quotes by Emile Zola More Quotes From Emile Zola Oh, the fools, like a lot of good little schoolboys, scared to death of anything they've been taught is wrong! Emile Zola taught fool littles One forges one's style on the terrible anvil of daily deadlines. Emile Zola anvils style terrible 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. Emile Zola snakes fire lakes When lovers kiss on the cheeks, it is because they are searching, feeling for one another's lips. Lovers are made by a kiss. Emile Zola lips kissing feelings The thought is a deed. Of all deeds she fertilizes the world most. Emile Zola deeds world My fiery protest is simply the cry of my very soul. Emile Zola protest cry soul 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 Emile Zola pain men children 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. Emile Zola trying might jobs In Paris, everything's for sale: wise virgins, foolish virgins, truth and lies, tears and smiles. Emile Zola paris wise lying Why then should money be blamed for all the dirt and crimes it causes? For is love less filthy -- love which creates life? Emile Zola dirt crime causes She was cold by nature, self-love predominating over passion; rather than being virtuous, she preferred to have her pleasures all to herself. Emile Zola cold passion self The vague torment of ... ambition. Emile Zola vague torment ambition I am little concerned with beauty or perfection. I don't care for the great centuries. All I care about is life, struggle, intensity. Emile Zola perfection struggle beauty I do not despair in the least of ultimate triumph. I repeat it with intense conviction. Emile Zola intense triumph despair Everything is only a dream. Emile Zola dream 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. Emile Zola smell cooking food Has science ever retreated? No! It is Catholicism which has always retreated before her, and will always be forced to retreat. Emile Zola positive-atheism retreat atheism 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! Emile Zola had-enough virtue joy 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. Emile Zola paris light justice Don't go looking at me like that because you'll wear your eyes out. Emile Zola eye
