Emile Zola Quotes

If you ask me what I came into this life to do, I will tell you: I came to live out loud.

Man's highest duty is to protect animals from cruelty.

Nothing develops intelligence like travel.

Truth is on the march, and nothing will stop it.

The fate of animals is of greater importance to me than the fear of appearing ridiculous; it is indissolubly connected with the fate of men.

Did science promise happiness? I do not believe it. It promised truth, and the question is to know if we will ever make happiness with truth.

Governments are suspicious of literature because it is a force that eludes them.

If you shut up truth, and bury it underground, it will but grow.

The only basis for living is believing in life, loving it, and applying the whole force of one's intellect to know it better.

Respectable people... What bastards!

The road to Lourdes is littered with crutches, but not one wooden leg.

There are two men inside the artist, the poet and the craftsman. One is born a poet. One becomes a craftsman.

A god of kindness would be charitable to all. Your god of wrath and punishment is but a monstrous phantasy.

A new dynasty is never founded without a struggle. Blood makes good manure.

If people can just love each other a little bit, they can be so happy.

If I cannot overwhelm with my quality, I will overwhelm with my quantity.

Yes! 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.

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.

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!

I am an artist... I am here to live out loud.

It is not necessary that one should humble oneself to deserve assistance, it is sufficient that one should suffer.

Art for me...is a negation of society, an affirmation of the individual, outside of all the rules and all the demands of society.

Sin ought to be something exquisite, my dear boy.

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.

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.

If something's just, I'll let myself be hacked to bits for it.

Let us eat, drink and satisfy our coarse appetites, but let us keep our souls sacred and apart.

The conclusion does not belong to the artist.

Classical education has deformed everything, and has imposed upon us as geniuses men of correct, facile talent, who follow the beaten track.

My fiery protest is simply the cry of my very soul.

Lovers are made by a kiss.

The day is not far off when one ordinary carrot may be pregnant with revolution.

An entire lifetime would not be long enough for you to exhaust the glance of the young harvest-girl.

One forges one's style on the terrible anvil of daily deadlines.

I am little concerned with beauty or perfection. I don't care for the great centuries. All I care about is life, struggle, intensity.

I am spending delightful afternoons in my garden, watching everything living around me. As I grow older, I feel everything departing, and I love everything with more passion.

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.

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.

A ruined man fell from her hands like a ripe fruit, to lie rotting on the ground.

These young people naturally grow up with ideas different from ours, for they are born for times when we shall no longer be here

Through the centuries, the history of peoples is but a lesson in mutual tolerance.

Inability, human incapacity, is the only boundary to an art.

It is not I who am strong, it is reason, it is truth.

The vague torment of ... ambition.

I do not despair in the least of ultimate triumph. I repeat it with intense conviction.

When you have a sorrow that is too great it leaves no room for any other.

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.

Since the same human mire remains beneath, does not all civilization reduce itself to the superiority of smelling nice and living well?

Everything is only a dream.

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.