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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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.
DENIS DIDEROTBad company is as instructive as licentiousness. One makes up for the loss of one’s innocence with the loss of one’s prejudices.
DENIS DIDEROTPithy sentences are like sharp nails which force truth upon our memory.
DENIS DIDEROTIt is not human nature we should accuse but the despicable conventions that pervert it.
DENIS DIDEROTAll abstract sciences are nothing but the study of relations between signs.
DENIS DIDEROTIn any country where talent and virtue produce no advancement, money will be the national god. Its inhabitants will either have to possess money or make others believe that they do. Wealth will be the highest virtue, poverty the greatest vice.
DENIS DIDEROTThe decisions of law courts should never be printed: in the long run, they form a counter authority to the law.
DENIS DIDEROTThere’s a bit of testicle at the bottom of our most sublime feelings and our purest tenderness.
DENIS DIDEROTFirst move me, astonish me, break my heart, let me tremble, weep, stare, be enraged-only then regale my eyes.
DENIS DIDEROTIn general, children, like men, and men, like children, prefer entertainment to education.
DENIS DIDEROTOnly the bad man is alone.
DENIS DIDEROTWhether God exists or does not exist, He has come to rank among the most sublime and useless truths.
DENIS DIDEROTThere is no good father who would want to resemble our Heavenly Father.
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 DIDEROTPoetry must have something in it that is barbaric, vast and wild.
DENIS DIDEROTI 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.
DENIS DIDEROT