The decisions of law courts should never be printed: in the long run, they form a counter authority to the law.
DENIS DIDEROTInstinct guides the animal better than the man. In the animal it is pure, in man it is led astray by his reason and intelligence.
More Denis Diderot Quotes
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If there is one realm in which it is essential to be sublime, it is in wickedness. You spit on a petty thief, but you can’t deny a kind of respect for the great criminal.
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Pithy sentences are like sharp nails which force truth upon our memory.
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How easy it is to tell tales!
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The bad gives rise to the good, the good inspires the better, the better produces the excellent, the excellent is followed by the bizarre
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It is not human nature we should accuse but the despicable conventions that pervert it.
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Superstition is more injurious to God than atheism.
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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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There are cats and cats.
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We swallow with one gulp the lie that flatters us, and drink drop by drop the truth which is bitter to us.
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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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We are constantly railing against the passions; we ascribe to them all of man’s afflictions, and we forget that they are also the source of all his pleasures.
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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 philosopher has never killed any priests, whereas the priest has killed a great many philosophers.
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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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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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