He was incessant in his industry.

Unlike those feebler and more consequential spirits, the _petits-maitres_ of thought, by whom editors are harassed and hindered, this great writer was as willing to undertake small subjects as large ones, and to submit to all the mutilations and modifications which the exigencies of the work and the difficulties of its conductors recommended to them.[118] As the structure progresses, his enthusiasm waxes warmer.

Diderot and his colleague are cutting their wings for a flight to posterity.

They are Atlas and Hercules bearing a world upon their shoulders.

It is the greatest work in the world; it is a superb pyramid; its printing-office is the office for the instruction of the human race; and so forth, in every phrase of stimulating sympathy and energetic interest.