Only 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.
More Denis Diderot Quotes
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We are far more liable to catch the vices than the virtues of our associates.
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Gaiety is a quality of ordinary men. Genius always presupposes some disorder in the machine.
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Patriotism is an ephemeral motive that scarcely ever outlasts the particular threat to society that aroused it.
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Only 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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Time, matter, space – all, it may be, are no more than a point.
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We swallow with one gulp the lie that flatters us, and drink drop by drop the truth which is bitter to us.
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We are constantly railing against the passions; we ascribe to them all of man’s afflictions, and we forget that they are also the source of all his pleasures.
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I can be expected to look for truth but not to find it.
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I 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.
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Only a very bad theologian would confuse the certainty that follows revelation with the truths that are revealed. They are entirely different things.
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My ideas are my whores.
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Wandering 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.
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It is raining bombs on the house of the Lord. I go in fear and trembling lest one of these terrible bombers gets into difficulties.
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And his hands would plait the priest’s entrails, For want of a rope, to strangle kings.
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Only God and some few rare geniuses can keep forging ahead into novelty.
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