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March 31.
Plato. Offers a diffuse light. He illuminates and makes one see nothing except slowly and in the long run, when this broad daylight has dispersed.
— Yes, as lace is in the flaxseed.
Everything that can no longer grow dwindles, even the qualities that are passed on. Is that true?
Number is the father of impudence; unity is its enemy. This means that impudence comes to us from others and is a vice born of society. The isolated man can neither keep it nor admit it.
Age at which one has children who will scarcely be able to remember having seen their father.
Let us love him who does not die.
When the wood flowers, woe to the tree.—Woe to the reasoning people. This flowering produces only mushrooms and mosses.
Restif.—He is a madman who sells wisdom. “Never enter into a contest with fools.” (Lafontaine.)
... Yes, I love it like walls.
To suppose true is not, strictly speaking, to believe.
Plutarch’s Moralia.—In them he says all he knows rather than all he thinks.
The first and last parts of human life are its best, or at least its most worthy of respect. One is the age of innocence, the other the age of reason. Write, then, for these two ages, and banish from your mind and your books what can suit neither one nor the other.