Emile Zola
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Emile Zola
Émile Édouard Charles Antoine Zola was a French novelist, playwright, journalist, the best-known practitioner of the literary school of naturalism, and an important contributor to the development of theatrical naturalism. He was a major figure in the political liberalization of France and in the exoneration of the falsely accused and convicted army officer Alfred Dreyfus, which is encapsulated in the renowned newspaper headline J'accuse. Zola was nominated for the first and second Nobel Prize in Literature in 1901 and 1902...
NationalityFrench
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth2 April 1840
CountryFrance
Tis better to plumb the depths of unity than forever scratch the surface of variety
If I cannot overwhelm with my quality, I will overwhelm with my quantity.
Everything is only a dream.
It is not necessary that one should humble oneself to deserve assistance, it is sufficient that one should suffer.
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.
Why then should money be blamed for all the dirt and crimes it causes? For is love less filthy -- love which creates life?
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.
Through the centuries, the history of peoples is but a lesson in mutual tolerance.
Did not one spend the first half of one's days in dreams of happiness and the second half in regrets and terrors?
When lovers kiss on the cheeks, it is because they are searching, feeling for one another's lips. Lovers are made by a kiss.
When you have a sorrow that is too great it leaves no room for any other.
Oh, the fools, like a lot of good little schoolboys, scared to death of anything they've been taught is wrong!
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.
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.