... as long as our health makes noise, movement within us.
I find it hard to leave Paris because I must part from my friends; and hard to leave the country because then I must part from myself.
September […].
One must never push all one’s thought outside oneself (except those it is good to be rid of). One must always keep within oneself a portion of what the mind has produced so that it may feed on it. Leave this bee a little of its honey. Breathe out all your anger, but not your friendship; abuse and not praise. In a word, vomit your bile and keep your blood.
“Do not extinguish the spirit,”—and do not empty it either.
There is no noise where there is no hearing, no image where there are no eyes. Yet it seems to me that there may be light there. That is because we do indeed have this idea of light: that it can exist without participation. We even conceive of it as uncreated, perpetual, and eternal.
A perpetual sound would become unbearable to us, an image always the same would weary us. But a beautiful, gentle light, always even, might very well always please us equally.
This body had doubtless been given to me for only a short time.
— There I shall find a great many friends who have gone before me. I shall find more in heaven than I leave on earth....
Those whom heaven has endowed with more light have seen that it is so.
This is better painted than named. One must make a picture of it, not an identifying description. To make it known, it is indispensable to make it loved. Whoever speaks of it coldly cannot make himself understood. Here one knows through enthusiasm.
September […]9.
(Add to the entry There is no sound, above:)
I conceive that there would be colors, that is, certain arrangements of light, even if there were no eyes. But if there were no hearing, I do not conceive that there would be harmony: it is the mind that makes it. We conceive of brightnesses, but not colors, without atmosphere or matter. We conceive of harmony without the participation of air, between pure spirits. We do not conceive of flavors without bodies, but we can indeed conceive of contact, and smell too. There are, in our imagination, affections and perfumes for pure spirit, etc.
We must not believe that we can sincerely imagine of spirit what cannot befit it. We have a natural idea or feeling of it that does not allow us to conceive it clearly as we please.
Imagination: this eye. Objects that paint themselves in its pupil. True dolls.
Children, amuse themselves with appearances; too little proportioned in their first dimensions to the realities that interest them most.
Human mind. I seek its nature; others will learn its use.
Words in which one feels light, fitness for important applications; value, without knowing it exactly. And that memory stores it [only?] by instinct.
... [they] speak only from the head. Head voice, head mind, head opinions.
September 20.
Middle Ages. This spirit of quibbling was at least exercised only on words.
Bacon says that the imagination loves waters, “sheets of water,” to use his expression. That is because the image of these mirrors presents itself to the eyes and the memory entire and all at once. Because it is already made, because it enters easily, because it is easy to lodge, etc. Because one plunges into it and dreams of it while seeing it, etc. Because they offer the spiritual faculty an operation better proportioned to it.
Bossuet. Vehemence united with tranquility.
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