Emile Zola
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
A new dynasty is never founded without a struggle. Blood makes good manure.
The thought is a deed. Of all deeds she fertilizes the world most.
The vague torment of ... ambition.
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.
It was always the same; other people gave up loving before she did. They got spoilt, or else they went away; in any case, they were partly to blame. Why did it happen so? She herself never changed; when she loved anyone, it was for life. She could not understand desertion; it was something so huge, so monstrous that the notion of it made her little heart break.
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.
Through the centuries, the history of peoples is but a lesson in mutual tolerance.
Everything is only a dream.
It is not necessary that one should humble oneself to deserve assistance, it is sufficient that one should suffer.
In my view you cannot claim to have seen something until you have photographed it.
If people can just love each other a little bit, they can be so happy.
A ruined man fell from her hands like a ripe fruit, to lie rotting on the ground.
From the moment I start a new novel, life's just one endless torture. The first few chapters may go fairly well and I may feel there's still a chance to prove my worth, but that feeling soon disappears and every day I feel less and less satisfied.
One forges one's style on the terrible anvil of daily deadlines.