The philosopher has never killed any priests, whereas the priest has killed a great many philosophers.
DENIS DIDEROTIt has been said that love robs those who have it of their wit, and gives it to those who have none.
More Denis Diderot Quotes
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Gaiety is a quality of ordinary men. Genius always presupposes some disorder in the machine.
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The most dangerous madmen are those created by religion, and people whose aim is to disrupt society always know how to make good use of them on occasion.
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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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The enjoyment of freedom which could be exercised without any motivation would be the real hallmark of a maniac.
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Does not vanity itself cease to be blamable, is it not even ennobled, when it is directed to laudable objects, when it confines itself to prompting us to great and generous actions?
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One may demand of me that I should seek truth, but not that I should find it.
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I like better for one to say some foolish thing upon important matters than to be silent. That becomes the subject of discussion and dispute, and the truth is discovered.
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There is only one duty; that is to be happy.
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Instinct guides the animal better than the man. In the animal it is pure, in man it is led astray by his reason and intelligence.
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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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I can be expected to look for truth but not to find it.
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All abstract sciences are nothing but the study of relations between signs.
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If you disturb the colors of the rainbow, the rainbow is no longer beautiful.
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It has been said that love robs those who have it of their wit, and gives it to those who have none.
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When one compares the talents one has with those of a Leibniz , one is tempted to throw away one’s books and go die quietly in the dark of some forgotten corner.
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