What lives has its soul within itself; what is painted carries it outside+. Only around a statue’s posture and features can its life and soul be placed+. It has been very well said that grace is the outward soul of beauty...
June 20, 1790.
... They have loved, no doubt... (Comte de Comminge.)
The ears and eyes are the doors and windows of the soul.
...And to travel in open spaces where one sees only light... Like Plato.
October 7, 1790.
... They are born old...
To be one’s own heir. Note: in Ronsard, ode 17, book two.
Gather the violet for me. “That flower which bears the name of a month and a god,” says Ronsard, ode 21, book 2.
October 24, 1790
... This man is never alone with himself in his writings. And so Voltaire, however great he may be...
December 21, 1790.
Only by correcting does one become correct.
... once consul, once more master, once more all-powerful, and died almost happy in his house and in his bed. So greatly do human destinies sometimes depend on a word, a tone, a gesture, and a breath that is exhaled and vanishes while causing great changes felt by the whole earth and even by posterity!
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The Notebooks of Joseph Joubert, Volume I · Book Mode · Diotimos