Almost everywhere the word of the soul, of the soul moved and softened.
A compilation, a jumble, but one that happily bears the effect [two or three illegible words] his finger. [They] leave no fixed idea in the readers’ minds. All this gives more pleasure than happiness.
April […]0.
Full of those soft beauties that enervate the arts. I was right to say there was some t’-t-n.
There is some genius and some burned brain here.
April […]1.
He is right: in driving out the gods, one enlarges the world.
April […]0.
“Fruitful lips,” says Milton, as though in that state of life and innocence the mouth had been the organ, the kiss the sole instrument.
April 21.
The mixture of the polished state and the savage state composes the barbarous state, and the mixture of the savage state and the religious state carried to its highest degree forms the heroic state.
April 22.
“Of sin (he says), which is only Virgil’s mala mentis gaudia.” That is beautiful, and beautiful in skill and truth, beautiful in meaning and resourcefulness. The guilty joys of the heart. Let us employ (as he says) the repetition of sounds in pastoral paintings and in dark harmonies.
Metusque laborque. The que are for symmetry.
That is very beautiful.
Nothing is more just than his rules, and nothing more opposed to them than his examples. (See Enler, Dante etc., and above all page 289 of volume 2.) His principles are worth more than his conclusions.
—and stronger in reasons than in reasonings.
—But is that truly Christian?
... becomes no more than a bleating.
To put Christianity into a poem is the way to lose its reality.
—There are not enough forms of assertion.
April 23.
Words warm with the soul’s breath and moist with its breathing, with its warmth, if I may express myself so.
—Pompous as hundred-petaled roses.
“Its scent, that is, its spirit,” says Chateaubriand. That is charming!
Everything passes through our brain. But in him everything comes straight out of his heart.
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