You have to make it happen.
DENIS DIDEROTWe 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.
More Denis Diderot Quotes
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Superstition is more injurious to God than atheism.
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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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Give, but, if possible, spare the poor man the shame of begging.
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Patriotism is an ephemeral motive that scarcely ever outlasts the particular threat to society that aroused it.
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Mankind have banned the Divinity from their presence; they have relegated him to a sanctuary; the walls of the temple restrict his view; he does not exist outside of it.
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If a misplaced admiration shows imbecility, an affected criticism shows vice of character. Expose thyself rather to appear a beast than false.
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Scepticism is the first step toward truth.
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In order to shake a hypothesis, it is sometimes not necessary to do anything more than push it as far as it will go.
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The pit of a theatre is the one place where the tears of virtuous and wicked men alike are mingled.
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Gaiety is a quality of ordinary men. Genius always presupposes some disorder in the machine.
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If ever anybody dedicated his whole life to the “enthusiasm for truth and justice” using this phrase in the good sense it was Diderot.
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Gratitude is a burden, and every burden is made to be shaken off.
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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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Poetry must have something in it that is barbaric, vast and wild.
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To 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.
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