Isolated columns. Their beauty when they are beautiful. Fragments of walls are hideous, but fragments of columns, capitals, have charm.
February 22.
Fox. He was (in all the senses of our French expression) a man who knew how to show himself: he knew nothing else.
February 23.
An ass picking over lettuces with an ox’s foot, — that is the emblem of Lacretelle praising Chénier.
The lyre is in some way a winged instrument (or one that has wings).
February 25.
When it is a matter of colors, shades are important. When it is a matter of reasons, they are not.
February 26.
It is not blood that should flow in the veins of a book (if one may speak this way), but ichor.(?) That is what Homer calls the blood of the gods.
It is also divine tears that a heroic character should shed; tears less moist than luminous. (See Ovid, in the Fasti: Ceres seeking her daughter.)
Ch. Delalot’s choleric style, his shrill expressions. The green, yellow, and black of bile are the colors that distinguish his eloquence.
This dragoman of Mr. de Bonnald speaks louder than he does and interprets him only by getting angry. One sees his teeth in everything he writes, and when he tries to laugh he shows an ugly set of teeth.
Ah! if we made great works as well as small ones, and serious ones as well as playful ones!
Between the comic and the amusing there is the difference between the pretty and the beautiful in art, and the difference between an original man and a peculiar man in society... Thus, in literature, what is truly comic belongs to genius. What is amusing belongs to wit.
One can make everything amusing, but one cannot make everything comic. The comic cannot be made; one must find it made and put it to work. The comic is in the world; the amusing is only in books, in speech, in our ideas. The comic is truth; the amusing is a disguise. The first belongs to the depths of man, the other to the surface of actions and movements.
The French galoubet: Voltaire played it well.
February 27.
“Peace of mind.” Advantage of ignorance (they say). Certainly not always.
Sunday, March 1.
Those monuments whose very ruins are so beautiful! as at Palmyra.
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