Only the bad man is alone.
DENIS DIDEROTI 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.
More Denis Diderot Quotes
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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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In order to get as much fame as one’s father one has to much more able than he.
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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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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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Every man has his dignity. I’m willing to forget mine, but at my own discretion and not when someone else tells me to.
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What a fine comedy this world would be if one did not play a part in it.
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Evil always turns up in this world through some genius or other.
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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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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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My friend, you should blow out your candle in order to find your way more clearly.
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Only passions, great passions, can elevate the soul to great things.
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All abstract sciences are nothing but the study of relations between signs.
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The possibility of divorce renders both marriage partners stricter in their observance of the duties they owe to each other. Divorces help to improve morals and to increase the population.
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Shakespeare’s fault is not the greatest into which a poet may fall. It merely indicates a deficiency of taste.
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If you disturb the colors of the rainbow, the rainbow is no longer beautiful.
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