Maxioms by Denis Diderot
Poetry must have something in it that is barbaric, vast and wild.
Poetry must have something in it that is barbaric, vast and wild.
I have only a small flickering light to guide me in the darkness of a thick forest. Up comes a read more
I have only a small flickering light to guide me in the darkness of a thick forest. Up comes a theologian and blows it out.
When superstition is allowed to perform the task of old age in dulling the human temperament, we can say goodbye read more
When superstition is allowed to perform the task of old age in dulling the human temperament, we can say goodbye to all excellence in poetry, in painting, and in music.
Only passions, great passions can elevate the soul to great things.
Only passions, great passions can elevate the soul to great things.
Man will never be free until the last king is strangled with the entrails of the last priest.
Man will never be free until the last king is strangled with the entrails of the last priest.
