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YEAR 1794
January 8, 1794.
Here is the desert. In this silence, everything speaks to me; and in your noise everything falls silent.
One cannot advise men who share the same lot to establish inequality and choose a king, a master.
Kings, — masters and different fortunes.
Liberty. That is, the independence of one’s body.
I have traveled the earth and found nothing better than wheat and wine for the nourishment of man.
The number of books is infinite.
Through the love of novelty — and good order grew wearisome.
January 21.
Ut sis longævus super terram... Fathers’ curses shorten life; mothers’ curses bring death. If you wish to live, honor etc., etc.
February 5.
He said: “I have given too much of my time to my friends and too much of my body to my women neighbors.”
And one may say that in this the hilt of every sword is a point that pierces the hand holding it and intent on delivering the blow.
End of March.
Journal.
* the swallows.
April 8, Tuesday.
*** My son was born in the night from the 8th to the 9th, at a quarter past two after midnight.
May he one day remember his mother’s pains!
The 9th, Wednesday.
*** the child was given his names. It was the midwife who named him, beside the fire, at three in the afternoon.
He was named Victor Joseph, after his mother’s name and mine.
The same day I heard the nightingale.