I love small facts. They take up, in a way, little room in memory, which retains them easily. And besides, they always have some characteristic trait. They are signs, very good for identification. For they have had existence, if I dare speak so, only because the manners of the time, a person’s temper, his tastes, his habits, his manias are a ground that brought them forth, a terrain where they have been seen. Great events are born of things and the chain of causes. But small ones are born of man. Spontaneous productions whose seed lies in the soil and which reveal its quality!
Fontenelle. A shadow of a voice. He was a shadow of a man who had only a shadow of a voice. One could no longer hear him, but one listened to him carefully. He resembled old Tithonus when he was changed into a cicada.
February 16.
The mind tends toward God as fire tends toward the sky, as lead tends toward the earth. A little cloth, a light veil, often lulls the tendency of what falls downward. Pleasures are a point of support that holds us back and stops us when we tend upward. We find some rest there. But minds born very sublime, like bodies born very heavy, make an unceasing effort toward their center and cease to be agitated only when they have reached it. The snares of pleasure are too weak and too loosely twisted for you; your mind is naturally too lively and too penetrating, your body offers too little an obstacle, or too inconstant an obstacle, to your mind for it to rest before reaching God.
Let us choose another example and explain through contrast what is high by what is below.
Thus you go irresistibly to religion by the nature of your mind, as others go to it by reason (by habit, by faith, and by the heart). Do not hold it back; it will rise of itself.
You tear the obstacle and find no rest in it, it being too weak for you, or rather you being too strong.
And notice that the stone on the ground enjoys the air, and that the mind in heaven enjoys the earth.
I was right to say: “this sex that believes innocent everything it dares.” Indeed, its timidity is its law, the rule of its judgments on what it does.
Laharpe.—Indulgence must not speak too loudly, for fear of waking justice.
February […].
The contredanse is its image. Men lead women in it.
[…] what am I saying? the promenade.
The eulogy of Washington is a work, the eulogy of Laharpe is a work. Why? Because there is a subject there and it is treated. Yet these writings are short. The article on Mme de Staël is longer. As much mind and talent unfolds in it; there is more fabric and more labor. And yet it is not a work, because there is no subject. So a mantle is not a coat, though in its fullness there is enough to clothe many figures. Let us make vests if we must, instead of wasting our time displaying draperies.
February […]8.
Pride of mind, and pride of heart. The heart high and the mind modest. That is the character of good centuries, and the contrary in the contrary. We have displaced virtues and made vices of them.
The will is to our soul what the heart is to our body.
Let us err with another’s error and not with our own errors. For then, if there is no truth in the soul, there is virtue, deference, docility, gratitude, or piety: virtues in habit, in act. Boileau said it to Racine: “I would rather be mistaken with simplicity than be proudly right as you are.”
The world has become ungovernable through the maxim contrary to what we establish.
To form a sect. It is better to aspire to catholicity.
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