Of beautiful letters and ugly letters. Where charm and some serenity are absent, there are no longer beautiful letters. Some amenity must be found even in criticism. If it lacks it altogether, it is no longer literary. One sees nothing in our journals now but a hideous controversy.
February 10.
Of true imagination. That it is an unaffected faculty, useful or at least innocent. And of factitious imagination, or imagination made by combination. How apt it is to deceive, how harmful, etc. Artifice and false goods.
The first lies and does not deceive; the second deceives even more than it lies.
February 11.
— Not even Mr. de Montesquieu? — Not even Mr. de Montesquieu. He seems to teach the art of making empires. When one has read him, one is always tempted to make one.
And Buffon? — He has a hidden bombast, a pair of compasses always opened too wide.
— How much care to polish a glass? — But one sees clearly and one sees far. Image of these choice words! — One places them in memory, one keeps them there dearly. They take up little space before our eyes, but a great deal in the mind. The mind makes them its delight. And this glory is great enough. This lot is beautiful enough.
It takes only a moment to blow a jar, a bottle, a utensil of brown glass, etc.
Pleasure in pleasing, legitimate. Desire to dominate, shocking. Pride is vice. One must be above pride through some elevation: not be beneath it. Well and good. Innocent vanity that feeds on light vapors; may be a delicate fault suited to our nature, to the poet... Pride is the enemy of goodness.
Buffon’s compasses opened too wide: this expression is very just.
Perhaps it is permissible to use as a weapon what it is not possible to use as a reason. I love their enemies, but I do not share their prejudices; I will not speak as they do.
February 12.
Art has nothing in common with such books. They must be left to commerce.
Where there is no delicacy, there is no literature. Delicacy announces talent. Naturalness, the strength given to words by their placement announces art. “Taught the power of a word put in its place...” That is the whole art. A piece of writing in which there is only strength and a certain fire without brilliance announces only character. One produces such things if one has nerves, bile, blood, and pride. Making a book and making a work are two things. One makes a work with art and a book with ink and paper. One can make a work in two pages and make only a book in ten folio volumes. The style of most writers of the day is good for business and even for controversy, but it goes no further; it is civil, and not literary.
Everything spiritual is delicate, because it comes from the soul, that is, from delicacy itself.
February 14.
A mind capable of completing all its thoughts and accustomed to doing so writes this way naturally and naturally has this style: in which the meaning carries the thought as the soul carries the body.
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