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.
Emile ZolaThe past was but the cemetery of our illusions: one simply stubbed one's toes on the gravestones.
Emile ZolaCivilization will not attain to its perfection until the last stone from the last church falls on the last priest.
Emile Zola