I am jealous of everything whose beauty does not die.
The only proper intoxication is conversation.
I refuse to have a battle of wits with an unarmed man.
A map of the world that does not include Utopia is not worth even glancing at, for it leaves out the one country at which Humanity is always landing. And when Humanity lands there, it looks out, and, seeing a better country, sets sail. Progress is the realisation of Utopias.
Where there is sorrow, there is holy ground.
M. Zola is determined to show that, if he has not got genius, he can at least be dull.