Poetry needs something on the scale of the grand, the barbarous, the savage.
DENIS DIDEROTTwo qualities essential for the artist: moralityand perspective.
More Denis Diderot Quotes
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The infant runs toward it with its eyes closed, the adult is stationary, the old man approaches it with his back turned.
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Philosophy is as far separated from impiety as religion is from fanaticism.
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To say that man is a compound of strength and weakness, light and darkness, smallness and greatness, is not to indict him, it is to define him.
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Give, but, if possible, spare the poor man the shame of begging.
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Scepticism is the first step towards truth.
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Gratitude is a burden, and every burden is made to be shaken off.
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We are all instruments endowed with feeling and memory. Our senses are so many strings that are struck by surrounding objects and that also frequently strike themselves.
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The enjoyment of freedom which could be exercised without any motivation would be the real hallmark of a maniac.
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Evil always turns up in this world through some genius or other.
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Only a very bad theologian would confuse the certainty that follows revelation with the truths that are revealed. They are entirely different things.
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Ignorance is less remote from the truth than prejudice.
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I discuss with myself questions of politics, love, taste, or philosophy. I let my mind rove wantonly, give it free rein to followany idea, wise or mad that may present itself. My ideas are my harlots.
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When superstition is allowed to perform the task of old age in dulling the human temperament, we can say goodbye to all excellence in poetry, in painting, and in music.
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In any country where talent and virtue produce no advancement, money will be the national god. Its inhabitants will either have to possess money or make others believe that they do. Wealth will be the highest virtue, poverty the greatest vice.
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And his hands would plait the priest’s entrails, For want of a rope, to strangle kings.
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