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. — 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
