And his hands would plait the priest’s entrails, For want of a rope, to strangle kings.
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And his hands would plait the priest’s entrails, For want of a rope, to strangle kings.
DENIS DIDEROTThere’s a bit of testicle at the bottom of our most sublime feelings and our purest tenderness.
DENIS DIDEROTFrom fanaticism to barbarism is only one step.
DENIS DIDEROTWandering in a vast forest at night, I have only a faint light to guide me. A stranger appears and says to me: ‘My friend, you should blow out your candle in order to find your way more clearly.’ This stranger is a theologian.
DENIS DIDEROTFirst move me, astonish me, break my heart, let me tremble, weep, stare, be enraged-only then regale my eyes.
DENIS DIDEROTDoes anyone really know where they’re going to?
DENIS DIDEROTThere is less harm to be suffered in being mad among madmen than in being sane all by oneself.
DENIS DIDEROTPeople praise virtue, but they hate it, they run away from it. It freezes you to death, and in this world you’ve got to keep your feet warm.
DENIS DIDEROTWhat a fine comedy this world would be if one did not play a part in it.
DENIS DIDEROTYou risk just as much in being credulous as in being suspicious.
DENIS DIDEROTThere is only one passion, the passion for happiness.
DENIS DIDEROTOnly God and some few rare geniuses can keep forging ahead into novelty.
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 DIDEROTOnly a very bad theologian would confuse the certainty that follows revelation with the truths that are revealed. They are entirely different things.
DENIS DIDEROTAll children are essentially criminal.
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.
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