Oh! how near are genius and madness! Men imprison them and chain them, or raise statues to them.
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Oh! how near are genius and madness! Men imprison them and chain them, or raise statues to them.
DENIS DIDEROTThere is only one duty; that is to be happy.
DENIS DIDEROTA nation which thinks that it is belief in God and not good law which makes people honest does not seem to me very advanced.
DENIS DIDEROTOnly the bad man is alone.
DENIS DIDEROTOur observation of nature must be diligent, our reflection profound, and our experiments exact. We rarely see these three means combined; and for this reason, creative geniuses are not common.
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 DIDEROTGive, but, if possible, spare the poor man the shame of begging.
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 DIDEROTWhen we know to read our own hearts, we acquire wisdom of the heartsof others.
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 DIDEROTIn general, children, like men, and men, like children, prefer entertainment to education.
DENIS DIDEROTWatch out for the fellow who talks about putting things in order! Putting things in order always means getting other people under your control.
DENIS DIDEROTAlthough a man may wear fine clothing, if he lives peacefully; and is good, self-possessed, has faith and is pure; and if he does not hurt any living being, he is a holy man.
DENIS DIDEROTFirst of all move me, surprise me, rend my heart; make me tremble, weep, shudder; outrage me; delight my eyes afterwards if you can.
DENIS DIDEROTThere’s a bit of testicle at the bottom of our most sublime feelings and our purest tenderness.
DENIS DIDEROTIf you disturb the colors of the rainbow, the rainbow is no longer beautiful.
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