One cannot paint it better than through breath, which is something that comes from the heart.
Heaven has given us images of them, portraits, in default of the realities... And we reject these images.
What are you saying? God perhaps used fire and water to create the earth.
(Deambul.) Matter cannot exist without God. As nails cannot exist without fingers, nor hair be produced outside the head.
Sounds proving that everything is still in a molten state (at least internally, etc...) “In a state of flow,” Plato used to say.
December 24.
Epic subjects are lacking rather than poets. (That is to say, I think, sooner.)
Manner, from mania. If it is involuntary, it is a tic. If it is natural, it is called originality. If it comes from choice and practice, from contrivance, it is jargon, charlatanism.
No man ever had as much as Voltaire of what we call manner. He has it everywhere in his letters, above all in his long lines of verse, much less in his histories. In his letters: “I imagine that your poem will be filled with a sublime philosophy. The age has risen to that pitch. You have contributed no little to it...” In his long lines of verse, etc.
His words of manner were: world, globe, sublime, brilliant, philosophy, philosophical, the human race, etc. His postures of manner were the capriole, the burst of voice. And observe that there are in him not only manners of style, but also manners of mind. All of them, in him, consist in evasion.
One has manner only in padding.
Extravagance busy giving laws, and error preaching madness.
To two fools who play the capable men. One is a bilious fool, the other a phlegmatic fool. [They] have the air of saying to themselves: I am sufficient.
“We more readily admit (as St Lambert very aptly said) the marvelous in species than the extraordinary in events.” Indeed, the nature of the human mind is made that way. Outside the world, the imagination pictures and man believes whatever one wishes. There is empty space there in which to place illusions.
There are labors that corrupt, but idleness does so more.
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The Notebooks of Joseph Joubert, Volume I · Book Mode · Diotimos