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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You can be sure that a painter reveals himself in his work as much as and more than a writer does in his.
DENIS DIDEROTWe swallow with one gulp the lie that flatters us, and drink drop by drop the truth which is bitter to us.
DENIS DIDEROTAnyone who takes it upon himself, on his private authority, to break a bad law, thereby authorizes everyone else to break the good ones.
DENIS DIDEROTThere’s a bit of testicle at the bottom of our most sublime feelings and our purest tenderness.
DENIS DIDEROTWhen we know to read our own hearts, we acquire wisdom of the heartsof others.
DENIS DIDEROTWhat is a monster? A being whose survival is incompatible with the existing order.
DENIS DIDEROTMy ideas are my whores.
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.
DENIS DIDEROTIf there is one realm in which it is essential to be sublime, it is in wickedness. You spit on a petty thief, but you can’t deny a kind of respect for the great criminal.
DENIS DIDEROTDoes not vanity itself cease to be blamable, is it not even ennobled, when it is directed to laudable objects, when it confines itself to prompting us to great and generous actions?
DENIS DIDEROTWe 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.
DENIS DIDEROTTwo qualities essential for the artist: moralityand perspective.
DENIS DIDEROTPoetry needs something on the scale of the grand, the barbarous, the savage.
DENIS DIDEROTIntegrity is the evidence of all civil virtues.
DENIS DIDEROTIf a misplaced admiration shows imbecility, an affected criticism shows vice of character. Expose thyself rather to appear a beast than false.
DENIS DIDEROTWhatever 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.
DENIS DIDEROT