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 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.
DENIS DIDEROT
Does anyone really know where they’re going to?
DENIS DIDEROT
The best mannered people make the most absurd lovers.
DENIS DIDEROT
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.
DENIS DIDEROT
Every man has his dignity. I’m willing to forget mine, but at my own discretion and not when someone else tells me to.
DENIS DIDEROT
Superstition is more injurious to God than atheism.
DENIS DIDEROT
In order to shake a hypothesis, it is sometimes not necessary to do anything more than push it as far as it will go.
DENIS DIDEROT
Only God and some few rare geniuses can keep forging ahead into novelty.
DENIS DIDEROT
Are we not madder than those first inhabitants of the plain of Sennar? We know that the distance separating the earth from the sky is infinite, and yet we do not stop building our tower.
DENIS DIDEROT
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.
DENIS DIDEROT
One may demand of me that I should seek truth, but not that I should find it.
DENIS DIDEROT
The general interest of the masses might take the place of the insight of genius if it were allowed freedom of action.
DENIS DIDEROT
Scepticism is the first step towards truth.
DENIS DIDEROT
There is only one virtue, justice; only one duty, to be happy; only one corollary, not to overvalue life and not to fear death.
DENIS DIDEROT
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.
DENIS DIDEROT
And his hands would plait the priest’s entrails, For want of a rope, to strangle kings.
DENIS DIDEROT