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The weeping of children is fairly common among women. (Ad vivum.)
Without duty and the idea of it, no solidity in virtue.
Mme de Genlis’s saying: “In the eyes of religion, there is no ill-matched marriage.”
False sciences. [They] do not perfect the mind. On the contrary, it grows accustomed in them to doing without light and acting without it. Which means that to be content through it, a man absolutely needs his strength; but to be happy through the others, simple nature suffices.
What he says of the possibility and even the ease of the highest virtues through the nature and properties of habit is ingenious, piquant, and true. These properties of habit are therefore a benefit. What a fine mind and what a sound mind there is in this! Read that good Father Yves André.
December 19.
— In that case, one does not suffer, because there is no struggle against the ill. Application of this observation to another repose, that which comes from resignation.
Finally, when one has not found the word one seeks, one puts down the word that lies on the road and can lead us back to it without our knowing by what means. Even that is part of the natural, for nature inclines us to it.
Devotion; or devotedness to religion (in one’s conduct). That is very beautiful. And in dishonoring this word, one has done great harm.
On those who can pay [heed] to rain and fine weather, to the wind, the hour, and the moon — or — On those who possess their soul and feel every moment with its variations — and — On the uniformity of seasons, days, hours for turmoil and the passions.
The soul that is always the same measures time. The soul in turmoil measures nothing. Everything around it is uniform to it because its change and disturbance is always the same.
Your geometry is opposed to docility. It stiffens the child’s mind. Good perhaps for straightening that of the man.
Yes, you; because you write with ink. But I write with colors.
December 21.
God! If being or existence is his essence, it plainly follows that the idea of his two eternities is contained in that of his actuality.
And we too see everything within ourselves.
Numbers are necessary to human weakness, like labels suited to making distinctions. But to God, no. One has no need to count in order to know when one sees. God has indeed been called the eternal geometer; but who could bear to have him called the eternal arithmetician?... [etc. Father André.]