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 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 DIDEROTNo man has received from nature the right to give orders to others. Freedom is a gift from heaven, and every individual of the same species has the right to enjoy it as soon as he is in enjoyment of his reason.
DENIS DIDEROTThe God of the Christians is a father who makes much of his apples, and very little of his children.
DENIS DIDEROTDoes anyone really know where they’re going to?
DENIS DIDEROTIt is not human nature we should accuse but the despicable conventions that pervert it.
DENIS DIDEROTYou have to make it happen.
DENIS DIDEROTIt is said that desire is a product of the will, but the converse is in fact true: will is a product of desire.
DENIS DIDEROTAnd his hands would plait the priest’s entrails, For want of a rope, to strangle kings.
DENIS DIDEROTWhen we know to read our own hearts, we acquire wisdom of the heartsof others.
DENIS DIDEROTIn order to shake a hypothesis, it is sometimes not necessary to do anything more than push it as far as it will go.
DENIS DIDEROTAre 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 DIDEROTOh! how near are genius and madness! Men imprison them and chain them, or raise statues to them.
DENIS DIDEROTGratitude is a burden, and every burden is made to be shaken off.
DENIS DIDEROTThe Christian religion teaches us to imitate a God that is cruel, insidious, jealous, and implacable in his wrath.
DENIS DIDEROTWhen one compares the talents one has with those of a Leibniz , one is tempted to throw away one’s books and go die quietly in the dark of some forgotten corner.
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