The philosopher has never killed any priests, whereas the priest has killed a great many philosophers.
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.
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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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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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Skepticism is the first step on the road to philosophy.
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Evil always turns up in this world through some genius or other.
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I have not the hope of being immortal, because the desire of it has not given me that vanity.
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What is a monster? A being whose survival is incompatible with the existing order.
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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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The man who first pronounced the barbarous word God ought to have been immediately destroyed.
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Scepticism is the first step toward truth.
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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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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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And his hands would plait the priest’s entrails, For want of a rope, to strangle kings.
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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.
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You can be sure that a painter reveals himself in his work as much as and more than a writer does in his.
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First of all move me, surprise me, rend my heart; make me tremble, weep, shudder; outrage me; delight my eyes afterwards if you can.
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