“And by her laughter the goddess was revealed.” How true this is of the imagination!
December 16.
For satisfied self-love is always tender.
December 18.
His language is truly historical, and history will have to change nothing in it to make it noble.
Two kinds of good morality. Literary morality is much more severe than the other, because taste is a faculty more chaste than even chastity itself.
December 19.
... and the sentence ended in this manner at the close of the discourse seems to dismiss attention.
December 20.
In these illnesses, the feeling of life is still so strong that it removes the feeling of death until the last moment.
We distinguish ourselves from our body and our soul, and we say: “Have pity on my soul and my body.” Surely it is not without some secret reason, and without some secret feeling of truth, that we admit in ourselves a third living being composed of two others, one mortal and the other immortal, when we speak to God, who sees all and knows all. We would not speak thus to men, unless it were before God. There is indeed in us, and in the ordinary functions of life we are, a mixed being that sees, thinks, speaks, lives between two others... And do we not say: There is soul in these ideas, in this action, in this discourse?... There are therefore discourses, actions, thoughts into which the soul enters little. What then enters into them? It is we. But we, what are we? A compound. Shall we die? Yes. Will our soul die? Yes. What are its functions? to enlighten and direct us. Will it atone for our faults? Yes. Etc.
“Well of sciences, ocean of learning.” These are only fountains of it.
December 21.
Convalescence. The air of innocence it gives. The passions are at rest and have not resumed their dominion.
December 22.
One says that a mind is in harmony with another mind. But of R., for example, one should say: “His heart was in sympathy with the hearts of all men.”
The habit of writing, even [with] charm, is not enough to have a style. One needs a fixed, firm, unvarying habit, through […] perfect conformity with our natural disposition.
N N’s mind is like those excellent lands where a light scratching is enough to bring forth harvests. But he will not even touch it.
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The Notebooks of Joseph Joubert, Volume II · Book Mode · Diotimos