First of all move me, surprise me, rend my heart; make me tremble, weep, shudder; outrage me; delight my eyes afterwards if you can.
DENIS DIDEROTYou can be sure that a painter reveals himself in his work as much as and more than a writer does in his.
More Denis Diderot Quotes
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The enjoyment of freedom which could be exercised without any motivation would be the real hallmark of a maniac.
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It is not human nature we should accuse but the despicable conventions that pervert it.
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Bad company is as instructive as licentiousness. One makes up for the loss of one’s innocence with the loss of one’s prejudices.
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I feel, I think, I judge; therefore, a part of organized matter like me is capable of feeling, thinking, and judging.
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Time, matter, space – all, it may be, are no more than a point.
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The man who first pronounced the barbarous word God ought to have been immediately destroyed.
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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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No man has received from nature the right to command his fellow human beings.
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Does anyone really know where they’re going to?
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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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When superstition is allowed to perform the task of old age in dulling the human temperament, we can say goodbye to all excellence in poetry, in painting, and in music.
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I can be expected to look for truth but not to find it.
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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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There is no good father who would want to resemble our Heavenly Father.
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Only passions, and great passions, can raise the soul to great things. Without them there is no sublimity, either in morals or in creativity. Art returns to infancy, and virtue becomes small-minded.
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