Oh! how near are genius and madness! Men imprison them and chain them, or raise statues to them. — Denis Diderot Copy Share Image
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. — Denis Diderot Copy Share Image
But if you will recall the history of our civil troubles, you will see half the nation bathe itself, out of piety, in the… — Denis Diderot Copy Share Image
One declaims endlessly against the passions; one imputes all of man's suffering to them. One forgets that they are also the source of all… — Denis Diderot Copy Share Image
We are far more liable to catch the vices than the virtues of our associates. — Denis Diderot Copy Share Image
One composition is meagre, though it has many figures; another is rich, though it has few. — Denis Diderot Copy Share Image
I have only a small flickering light to guide me in the darkness of a thick forest. Up comes a theologian and blows it… — Denis Diderot Copy Share Image
“One swallows the lie that flatters, but sips the bitter truth drop by drop.” — Denis Diderot Copy Share Image
There is less harm to be suffered in being mad among madmen than in being sane all by oneself. — Denis Diderot Copy Share Image
Watch out for the fellow who talks about putting things in order! Putting things in order always means getting other people under your control. — Denis Diderot Copy Share Image
“Nie wiem, co to zasady, chyba że tak nazywamy prawidła, które przypisuje się innym, a nie sobie. Myślę tak, a nie umiałbym się powstrzymać… — Denis Diderot Copy Share Image
