Their physics is a lantern in which they have put no candle.
And Condillac. His statue: a body without a soul, a house without an inhabitant, a place without a master. — A fiction that could have been ingenious, but that is fit for nothing.
Abbé Delile in Milton. Never has he shown himself so like Virgil, even when translating him.
January 4.
Much swelling in minds and much leanness in style: one of the characteristics of this age.
January 6.
Virgil. In him, indeed, even the sublime is gentle.
“Everything that shows itself uncovered stirs only the senses.” (L.L.) That is very well said.
Idiotisms. Must be placed in style like folds in a drapery. Only breadths around them can excuse them.
January 7.
Bossuet. In such times there would not have been enough learning to fill such a mind, nor enough subjects to exercise all its powers, nor enough tranquility to leave him free use of his vast capacity... Enough light to enlighten him, enough intelligence to understand him.
January 8.
These idiotisms seem by their very familiarity to testify to a greater sincerity. In the end they please because they seem to show the man even more than the author, which Pascal regarded as a cause of the pleasures certain books give.
January 9.
— Indeed, a little black dust is enough even for men to overthrow cities, to split the hardest rocks, and to shake mountains.
Abbé Delile. This man has nothing in his head but sounds and colors, but see what he makes of them.
January 13.
Of literary old age. — The reason is that youth follows fashion and must follow the rule. The last age follows its taste and seeks its ease.
— Whether beautiful verse is made in the soul and not in the mind. For the mind is exterior. Of the dwelling and the different enclosures of the soul. The imagination (literary) is nearer the center there than the mind.
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The Notebooks of Joseph Joubert, Volume II · Book Mode · Diotimos