Diderot, I have the honour to wish you good day.'"[13] Yet insolence and ingratitude made no difference to Diderot.

His ear always remained as open to every tale of distress, his sensibility always as quickly touched, his time, money, and service always as profusely bestowed.

I know not whether to say that this was made more, or that it was made less, of a virtue by his excess of tolerance for social castaways and reprobates.

Our rough mode of branding a man as bad revolted him.

The common appetite for constituting ourselves public prosecutors for the universe, was to him one of the worst of human weaknesses.