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Instruments of his designs, we fulfill them without our participation through the course of our existence. Bound to his will, we can satisfy it only through our own. In spite of ourselves and without our knowing it, we do what he has resolved, but not what he wants of us. Our freedom makes us independent of his power in this respect. Thus our fortune and the course of events come from God; our faults come from us alone...
Is the circulation of life from one man into another and from one generation into another generation, then, a spectacle whose contemplation can suffice him? — But, they say, he has other designs. — If you yourselves authorize us to suppose that he has designs, why should we not suppose those that everything leads us to presume and that present themselves so naturally to our minds?
Once this destination is admitted, two tasks are imposed on us. The first is to make ourselves fit for it, the second to make ourselves worthy of it. This destination is double: 1st, to know; 2nd, to be happy. Light and fire will be our eternal portion: the light of God, the fire of his love.
To become fit for it, we must practice knowing what the world does not show and what remains purely unintelligible as long as our senses conceal its presence from us. Everything that raises men’s thought toward [ ], everything that makes them imagine it, makes them fit for the 1st of these destinations, and everything that [ ] makes them worthy of both.
Our thought — soon falls upon duty. Duty! etc.
With regard to ourselves, it is independence from the senses. And, with regard to others, it is constancy in help, forbearance, and support. Help in well-being, help in well-doing, in willing well, in wishing well. Help through cooperation and through resistance, through giving and through refusal, through severity and indulgence, through praise and through blame, through silence and words, through pain and through pleasure. Travelers of the same moment, inhabitants of the same earth, companions on the same road, riding in the same carriage and destined for the same lodging, we must all help one another and, when we arrive, we must first give an account of what we have done for one another’s happiness, for happiness or virtue: we will be repaid for a smile.
(As much as dependence on the senses serves us in fulfilling the vast designs of the great [ ] and in helping our companions, so much is it, etc., etc., so much does it distance us from them and so much must we flee it. Here begins...)
To crack the walnut: one finds a kernel inside; and beneath the thorn is the chestnut.
September 6.
In my dwellings. I want there always to be much sky mingled with little earth; which can happen only when...
September 7.
What idea we can have of God; what idea we can have of the soul. To put the questions this way is a very good means of...
And in what do the various pleasures that books, paintings, conversations, etc. give us consist, if not in their showing us (more or less) naked thoughts, ideas, minds, souls more or less whole, perfect, complete? And what pleases you in the chance arrangements or dispositions of raw nature, if not what resembles, more or less, a thought, a design, designs or thoughts that please us all the more because, not being rigorously determined, they leave us the advantage of conceiving them as we like them best?
The necessity of conceiving. (I have often thought of it.)
So that maturity is capable of all the pleasures of youth in its bloom, and old age capable of all the pleasures of childhood.
It often happens that, by interlacing propositions, one gives an opinion an appearance of solidity it does not in fact possess. In this way, with threads as fine and brittle as those of silk, one makes, with the aid of a loom, fabrics whose weave has strength. Good doctrines are those in which each thread of their fabric has its own truth and clarity.
September 15.
This color you call historical is all the better for serving, in a way, as clothing. Use it, then, in nude figures; but in clothed figures, paint the flesh carefully. Nudity must always carry its veil with it, and clothing must not hide all the nudity. In works of art, finally, the feigned and the true must play together perpetually.
Yes, beautiful as a flute into which no one blows...
Indeed, in the willing conformity of our will to that will as soon as it becomes known to us, there is something divine.
Resignation has something sublime about it; courage is merely strong.
Superstition is the only religion of which base souls are capable. — They are courtiers and not true worshipers.