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
Respectable people... What bastards!
These young people naturally grow up with ideas different from ours, for they are born for times when we shall no longer be here
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.
If people can just love each other a little bit, they can be so happy.
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.
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.
Tis better to plumb the depths of unity than forever scratch the surface of variety
If you ask me what I came to do in this world, I, an artist, I will answer you: ""I am here to live out loud
Why then should money be blamed for all the dirt and crimes it causes? For is love less filthy -- love which creates life?
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.
Lovers are made by a kiss.
My fiery protest is simply the cry of my very soul.
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.
Has science ever retreated? No! It is Catholicism which has always retreated before her, and will always be forced to retreat.