At an early age I sucked up the milk of Homer, Virgil, Horace, Terence, Anacreon, Plato and Euripides, diluted with that of Moses and the prophets.
DENIS DIDEROTTo describe women, the pen should be dipped in the humid colors of the rainbow, and the paper dried with the dust gathered from the wings of a butterfly.
More Denis Diderot Quotes
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When we know to read our own hearts, we acquire wisdom of the heartsof others.
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There is only one passion, the passion for happiness.
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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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People praise virtue, but they hate it, they run away from it. It freezes you to death, and in this world you’ve got to keep your feet warm.
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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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There’s a bit of testicle at the bottom of our most sublime feelings and our purest tenderness.
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There is no kind of harassment that a man may not inflict on a woman with impunity in civilized societies.
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If you disturb the colors of the rainbow, the rainbow is no longer beautiful.
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Integrity is the evidence of all civil virtues.
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Which is the greater merit, to enlighten the human race, which remains forever, or to save one’s fatherland, which is perishable?
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The blood of Jesus Christ can cover a multitude of sins, it seems to me.
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A nation which thinks that it is belief in God and not good law which makes people honest does not seem to me very advanced.
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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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Anyone who takes it upon himself, on his private authority, to break a bad law, thereby authorizes everyone else to break the good ones.
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I have only a small flickering light to guide me in the darkness of a thick forest. Up comes a theologian and blows it out.
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