My friend, you should blow out your candle in order to find your way more clearly.
DENIS DIDEROTOnly 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.
More Denis Diderot Quotes
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Genius is present in every age, but the men carrying it within them remain benumbed unless extraordinary events occur to heat up and melt the mass so that it flows forth.
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The blood of Jesus Christ can cover a multitude of sins, it seems to me.
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Whatever dressing one gives to mushrooms, to whatever sauces our Apiciuses put them, they are not really good but to be sent back to the dungheap where they are born.
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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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Shakespeare’s fault is not the greatest into which a poet may fall. It merely indicates a deficiency of taste.
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Scepticism is the first step towards truth.
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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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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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Mankind have banned the Divinity from their presence; they have relegated him to a sanctuary; the walls of the temple restrict his view; he does not exist outside of it.
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Philosophy is as far separated from impiety as religion is from fanaticism.
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My ideas are my whores.
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We are all instruments endowed with feeling and memory. Our senses are so many strings that are struck by surrounding objects and that also frequently strike themselves.
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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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Wandering in a vast forest at night, I have only a faint light to guide me. A stranger appears and says to me: ‘My friend, you should blow out your candle in order to find your way more clearly.’ This stranger is a theologian.
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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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