It is not human nature we should accuse but the despicable conventions that pervert it.
DENIS DIDEROTI feel, I think, I judge; therefore, a part of organized matter like me is capable of feeling, thinking, and judging.
More Denis Diderot Quotes
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Time, matter, space – all, it may be, are no more than a point.
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It is said that desire is a product of the will, but the converse is in fact true: will is a product of desire.
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First move me, astonish me, break my heart, let me tremble, weep, stare, be enraged-only then regale my eyes.
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When we know to read our own hearts, we acquire wisdom of the heartsof others.
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Justice is the first virtue of those who command, and stops the complaints of those who obey.
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If there are one hundred thousand damned souls for one saved soul, the devil has always the advantage without having given up his son to death.
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The best doctor is the one you run to and can’t find.
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The blood of Jesus Christ can cover a multitude of sins, it seems to me.
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If you disturb the colors of the rainbow, the rainbow is no longer beautiful.
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Doctors are always working to preserve our health and cooks to destroy it, but the latter are the more often successful.
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Morals are in all countries the result of legislation and government; they are not African or Asian or European: they are good or bad.
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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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Watch out for the fellow who talks about putting things in order! Putting things in order always means getting other people under your control.
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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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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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