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They roll them for a long time in their thought, and the words bear the mark of the place where they have stayed.
With sand one makes mirrors, flesh with colors, music with noises from which one has known how to draw sounds. With marble one makes buildings that seem airy; with mere forms one presents to the mind more solidities than all the rocks of the earth, piled one on another, could seem to have.
Solids are on earth. Solidity is in God, that is, in his idea. There the artist takes it, to apply it and attach it to linen and paper when he pleases.
Look at those statues the Italians fashion with napkins, and those columns of cardboard, etc.
Poetry is imaginary. It is so essentially, as are all the fine arts. And that is why they are beautiful. For nothing is beautiful but the idea.
Ah! the soul is separate from the body, and there is something in it that does not depend on the organs.
Of the regular forms of the sentence. For it has them. With much attention, one could classify them and determine their number.
He has a bitter zeal for good taste. All bedecked with incongruities.
February 5.
Hollow? Yes, like molds.
— pleasing to memory more than to mere reading, which does not hold them near enough to true attention.
Yes, all that was easy to say has been well said. The rest is our business, or our task. Painful task!
Difficult things will in their turn become easy. — To bring charm into what one has fathomed; and to bring into these dark caverns, entered only recently, the pure and ancient clarity of ages less learned but more luminous than ours.
All ways of recalling these beautiful forms are good, and all the materials to which one can apply them have (by this very merit alone of being able to be their subject, their substratum) a sufficient usefulness.
But “one must know how to read, before reading them,” the poets.
Once one has tasted the sap of words, the mind can no longer do without it. In them one drinks thought.
These words in which thought is drunk, — why should I not say it? If one can say “drink with the eyes,” one can say it, and certainly it has been said. As people have said “eat with the eyes” and “swallow with the eyes.” — “They swallow it with their eyes, point it out to one another with a finger,” says Lafontaine.