Quote by Denis Diderot
We are all instruments endowed with feeling and memory. Our senses

We are all instruments endowed with feeling and memory. Our senses are so many strings that are struck by surrounding objects and that also frequently strike themselves. – Denis Diderot

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I never know whether to pity or congratulate a man on coming to his senses. – William Makepeace Thackeray

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Taste is only to be educated by contemplation, not of the tolerably good but of the truly excellent. I therefore show you only the best works; and when you are grounded in these, you will have a standard for the rest, which you will know how to value, without overrating them. – Johann von Goethe

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Reason is the cause of our falsification of the evidence of the senses. In so far as the senses show becoming, passing away, change, they do not lie. – Friedrich Nietzsche

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