Pithy sentences are like sharp nails which force truth upon our memory.
DENIS DIDEROTScepticism is the first step toward truth.
More Denis Diderot Quotes
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To say that man is a compound of strength and weakness, light and darkness, smallness and greatness, is not to indict him, it is to define him.
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It is very important not to mistake hemlock for parsley, but to believe or not believe in God is not important at all.
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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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Isn’t it better to have men being ungrateful than to miss a chance to do good?
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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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He whom we call a gentleman is no longer the man of Nature.
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Our observation of nature must be diligent, our reflection profound, and our experiments exact. We rarely see these three means combined; and for this reason, creative geniuses are not common.
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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 pit of a theatre is the one place where the tears of virtuous and wicked men alike are mingled.
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The most dangerous madmen are those created by religion, and people whose aim is to disrupt society always know how to make good use of them on occasion.
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The general interest of the masses might take the place of the insight of genius if it were allowed freedom of action.
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For me, my thoughts are my prostitutes.
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Good music is very close to primitive language.
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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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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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