Voltaire. To despise and disparage the times one speaks of is to take all interest from the history one writes of them.
September 12.
This disposition to live only with one’s own heart and one’s illusions is nothing but a delicate debauch.
September 13.
I have too much brain for my head. It cannot move at ease in its case.
September 15.
It is not from our hands that our intelligence came to us; but it is from our intelligence that our hands came to us.
September 16.
“To believe that the gods do not concern themselves with human affairs is an impiety,” the ancients said. And this does indeed prevent men from being pious.
September 18.
(Journey from Paris to Villeneuve.) Morning light. The first light of day is more cheering than that of the hours that follow it. It has, properly speaking, an essential character of cheerfulness. It tinges all our humors with it, without our participation.
And, for example, each village has its beauty; but these are beauties by comparison.
What an insurmountable barrier separates the animal’s instinct from man’s reason! and what an insurmountable barrier also separates man’s reason from the angel’s penetration!... But human reason knows its limits, and instinct does not know them. Enormous difference.
(Arrived at Villeneuve the same day, September 18.)
Limits of natures. But then, our eyes cannot pierce a fog, and the eyes of intelligence the gauzes that hide truth from us. Heaven has allowed us to know only what is necessary to life and virtue.
September 19.
(At Villeneuve, first day.) Penetrating minds go beyond the preliminaries. They do not stop at the edge of questions, and they stop no one there.
Tone. — Ch. Delalot laughs while prancing. He puffs himself up and admires himself in his insults like a turkey spreading its tail. Lives on contempt: I do not mean the contempt he inspires, but the contempt he feels. It has pleased divine providence to make truth hated by placing it in this mouth.
— when one has read him, and one feels one has become worse.
— and the torment of knowing oneself.
... not to strike at the head, but his is invulnerable.
He resembles only Jurien. If, however, that is not too great an insult to Jurien.
... more carefully worked than befits the mediocrity of his thoughts.
Penetrating minds, and for that very reason not very discreet, though eloquent. For in every question they promptly grasp what is best and express it just as promptly; the last word (the decisive word) is always the first to present itself to them.
That: there is a good because there is an evil; and that consequently...
Perfectibility. — If... then make yourselves a million times better than you are. But they speak only of a certain literary and learned perfectibility.
They judge with their pleasure, like the ignorant, instead of judging with art and knowledge, like the skilled.
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The Notebooks of Joseph Joubert, Volume II · Book Mode · Diotimos