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Whether clarity must be sudden... How one can make people wait for it.
February […].
When what I write gives me less pleasure than what I think.
These thoughts serve as a foundation not only for my work, but for my life.
(In the bath.) Those are very beautiful phantoms of thoughts.
February […].
(post 19 annos, scilicet a martio 1785 in prgᵈ) for Mʳ Sʳᵈ. [Suard.]
— he sculpted neither ideal nature nor apparent nature, but real nature, and as one could touch it, seeking the slightest reliefs and the slightest recesses, etc. A vein, a muscle, a wrinkle, a wart, a smallpox spot offered him so many elevations, recesses, cavities, etc. that it was important to indicate, not knowing that all this is seen with a degree of attention struck only by the whole, etc. — and offering an anatomy in what should have been a picture.
Nota. To try to make a blind man, a sculptor.
In 1783. The work in which I had been engaged by Diderot should have been reduced to this point: vistas for the mind, and whether it can be content without them; whether the same breadth that makes it capable of conceiving a great idea does not make the desire for boundless glory inevitable for it; finally, whether “vast thoughts” and “long hope” are not naturally, indissolubly bound together. Etc.
In 1779. “Universal benevolence.” The substance was lacking. One would have had to determine “what its bounds should be” and observe that he had not had time to determine anything, halted at the decisive point of so high an operation. Etc. There, as I have said, the material was lacking; and I did not know how to see it.
In 1785. Too full of my enchantment, I confined myself to painting it. (It was thus that in verse, after opening a way for myself into true poetry, I could no longer be content with the common kind; and, too new to the other, I left them both.
Questions I. Whether it is necessary, whether it is useful for all peoples to be mingled and to have a uniform fate. Or whether separation between brothers is worth more than shared misfortune. — II. Of the two worlds (the ancient and the modern), the first perhaps better bounded for the capacity of the mind of man, just as too wide a horizon entirely destroys the usefulness and pleasure that perspective can give. To confine oneself, etc.
Whether the plan should be established through tones and images, or through the thoughts and maxims proper to the subject and which are its fixed points within it. Does the mind (in this case) partake more of the nature of the ear and eye than of that of the whole body, of the whole man? Finally, should one begin with the towers (turres) or with the ground and paving stones? A great question!
How many pains one must take to avoid writing like those who write badly. Those people harm good taste even through the profound displeasure they inspire in it, which serves to engrave in it the impressions it receives from them. It is thus that a contagion leaves traces of itself by hollowing out the parts it painfully affects. It spoils at least the surfaces, if it does not alter the substance. One must congratulate those who have a null style when they cannot have a beautiful style. No middle ground! They do no harm and may even do good by saying sensible things that they recall to memory and preserve in the world, if they do not introduce them into it. To preserve! is a great benefit, and without it the benefit of creating would not last long.
February 15.
Montaigne’s travels. And how far he himself was from a certain exaltation that makes one relish the arts.
February 16.
To paint and gild ideas. Advantages, disadvantages.
Good, if the life of man were to be only an affection; but it must be action. There is, in truth, an age (and perhaps two) when...
February 19.
The morality of man insufficient to regulate pleasures; religious morality insufficient to regulate manners. The doctrine of politeness is therefore necessary, like that of piety. Honor also has its own.
February 20.
Fever. In the marshes of reason.