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TRAVEL
Monday, September 22: day of departure.
At the arch. On the just and unjust. Ah! even horses seem to have some notion of them.
September 26.
Every good objection clarifies the matter in doubt; one that obscures it is bad, it makes us lose sight of the object. — But the one that shows the object while destroying the system is the only good one.
October 2.
Clermont.
September 28.
Sunday evening at Ussel. Beautiful moon during the journey through Auvergne. Without what we call inspiration, no poet; and without what may be called illumination, no philosopher.
Saturday, October 4.
What Bacon says: “O! how sweet is the life that feels itself becoming better each day!” (Nᵃ, The translation is Golefer’s, and the edition Paris. Dugast, 1632.) — Written at St-Ymbert. Charming farm.
Friday, October 3. From Saint-Pourçain to Moulins.
The young Auvergnat. — Pain and pleasure are to these bodies what evil and good are to our souls: the motive, the lever, the rule, the boundary, the measure.
Monday, October 6.
At La Charité: the sick child. — View of the Loire: the Loire makes one think of God; why.
October 13.
The source of all the ills of our literature is that our scholars have little wit and our men of wit are not scholars. — The saying of the ancients: It is difficult to love and be wise at the same time.” (Vid. Bacon, p. 109, quarto.) — The saying: “They walk and know how to walk, but they go astray because they are off the road.” — The mind is a Proteus; it must be chained. (Vid. Bacon.) [...] “We count (says Bacon) history and experience as one and the same thing.” (p. 112.)
October 11. (Charité sur Loire.)
“To unite nature.” What Bacon calls uniting nature, p. 200, quarto, Golefer’s translation.
October 13 (id.)
The young... They give their mind much exercise and give it little nourishment.
Evening. To say and know that the world began in uncertain and infinitely remote times is truth. But to have assigned a fixed and calculable epoch to this beginning of the world is wisdom. The mind of man is at rest. Its curiosity is content — Buffon used to say that genius is only an aptitude for patience. Aptitude for patience, or for long and tireless attention, is indeed the genius of observation; but the genius of invention is an aptitude for lively and prompt and perpetual penetration.
Thursday, October […]. At Newy.
They have tastes, not virtues. Those who have virtues can do without these tastes. — You speak of loving children; ah, speak of loving the old. If you found etc. on tastes that depend on flesh and blood and age etc., you found it on something mobile, fluid, passing, volatile.
Friday, October […]. At Neuvy.
On the thoughts old age takes from us, and those it leaves us.