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Divorce? it does not please even in birds. Buffon has defamed the turtledoves by telling us, etc.
They are first—not the first to have done—but the first to have done well. Before Homer there were a thousand poets.
If a higher intelligence wished to give the inhabitants of the heavens an account of human things and an exact idea of them, it would express itself like Homer.
February 25.
Why the instruments painters have sometimes put in angels’ hands are ridiculous. 1° because their sound is known. 2° because, in the earthly imperfection of our very voices, we use them only to draw from them effects suited to giving us an idea...
1st A mouth slightly open, with a certain roundness, in a face depicting the expression proper to singing makes one imagine a voice. But an organ keyboard beneath fingers, a violin between hands, a flute beneath a mouth, does not make one imagine sounds at all.
2nd Our instruments, whose effect is known, determined, fixed, invariable, do not lend themselves to the ideal.
3rd We use these instruments in our earthly imperfection only to draw from them effects suited to giving us the idea of a higher harmony such as we can easily imagine from celestial voices.
Painters, make the angels sing, but do not make them play the lute, and still less the bass. It is ridiculous to put such an orchestra either in the air or in the heavens. And Raphael himself was wrong when in the Saint Cecilia...
One paints a mouth that sings, because there is life there. But one cannot in any way paint an instrument that resounds, because it is made of wood and has no face that can express any of it.
In everything, it is not so much a question of painting anything whatsoever as of giving the idea of it. But one never succeeds in giving the idea of a thing except by painting truthfully what is suited to giving it.
Thoughts must follow and link to one another, like sounds in music, through their relation alone—harmony—and not like the links of a chain, like strung pearls.
And perhaps, indeed, all marked talents come from some inner singularity that puts us all in a more or less sickly state and makes us only bizarre beings, if it is not also united with a perfect organization.
I always have an image to render. There, then, are an image and a thought, two things for one and double work for me. Besides the thought and the image, I still have a third thing to express: the disposition, posture, or movements of the mind in passing from one idea to another.
In the oratorical there is a complete movement, and consequently one easy to make; in the philosophical there is only a half movement, or a movement held back, and consequently a difficult one.
February […].
Contrasts. They please and are beautiful only insofar as they partake (and in fact are not) of the one within us between soul and body, mind and matter. Thus, when in some object or some work there is something suited to striking the mind and the senses, in such a way that the mind dominates, the object and the work are beautiful.
February […]8.
God. Since we imagine his essence under the appearances of air, we can best picture his action under the appearance of a breath.
March […].
This love doubtless comes from the senses, but it has separated itself from them. Or rather it enters through the eyes and remains there like a charm. It descends into the heart, but stops there and goes no farther. The lower part of ourselves is opposed and hostile to it.
March […].
In philosophy, Plato’s manner and Fontenelle’s, both excellent. Why.
March […] (Shrove Tuesday).
I spend my life hunting these butterflies—taking as good those ideas that accord with common ones, and the others merely as mine.