C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.
Diderot
Black-letter record of the ages.
Distance is a great promoter of admiration!
Does not vanity itself cease to be blamable, is it not even ennobled, when it is directed to laudable objects, when it confines itself to prompting us to great and generous actions?
He whom we call a gentleman is no longer the man of Nature.
I like better for one to say some foolish thing upon important matters than to be silent. That becomes the subject of discussion and dispute, and the truth is discovered.
If a misplaced admiration shows imbecility, an affected criticism shows vice of character. Expose thyself rather to appear a beast than false.
Ignorance is less remote from the truth than prejudice.
Integrity is the evidence of all civil virtues.
It is not the man who is beside himself, but he who is cool and collected,—who is master of his countenance, of his voice, of his actions, of his gestures, of every part of his play,—who can work upon others at his pleasure.
Only the bad man is alone.
Philosophy is as far separated from impiety as religion is from fanaticism.
Sentences are like sharp nails which force truth upon our memory.
Those authors into whose hands nature has placed a magic wand, with which they no sooner touch us than we forget the unhappiness in life, than the darkness leaves our soul, and we are reconciled to existence, should be placed among the benefactors of the human race.
To describe women, the pen should be dipped in the humid colors of the rainbow, and the paper dried with the dust gathered from the wings of a butterfly.
We are far more liable to catch the vices than the virtues of our associates.
Women swallow at one mouthful the lie that flatters, and drink drop by drop the truth that is bitter.