Those books in which there is never anything necessary, but which are full of the superfluous.
Do you know what a thought directed to God is in the world? It is a great, important, eternal thing.
November 8.
So this is what life is! and what history is!
There is only wit in our thoughts. There is no age, no experience, none of that gravity that joins them when they have passed through human affairs.
In everything one writes and everything one says, but above all in books; both body and soul must be beautiful.
A mind tinted by its reading, by the passions of all ages, by all the hazards of affairs, finally by its own colors.
He puts experience into a vessel that corrupts it.
Sunday, November 9.
That kind of fire that impels one to generation.
November 10.
Indeed, nature and mechanics work in the same way. But the instruments nature employs are liquid, and those of mechanics are solid and hard.
November 10.
“All heresiarchs,” says Bacon, “have been learned men.” Yes, but none of them has been a man of wit. Dry or impetuous minds, true “cumin splitters,” eager not to please and embellish, but to dominate and dissect. “Heretics,” dividers, separators, dissectors, etc.
November 11.
Nothings in relief.
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The Notebooks of Joseph Joubert, Volume II · Book Mode · Diotimos