First move me, astonish me, break my heart, let me tremble, weep, stare, be enraged-only then regale my eyes.
Denis DiderotI have not the hope of being immortal, because the desire of it has not given me that vanity.
Denis DiderotMan was born to live with his fellow human beings. Separate him, isolate him, his character will go bad, a thousand ridiculous affects will invade his heart, extravagant thoughts will germinate in his brain, like thorns in an uncultivated land.
Denis Diderot