Suppositions that lead the mind and the pen to monstrous thoughts.
February 15.
An ordinary work needs only a subject. But a beautiful work needs a germ that develops of itself in the mind like a plant.
February 16.
In the temperate and in all that is lower, one depends despite oneself on the times in which one lives, and however unwillingly one speaks like all one’s contemporaries. But in the beautiful and the sublime, and in all that partakes of them in any way whatever, one leaves the times behind, depends on none, and in whatever century one lives one can be perfect; only with more difficulty in certain times than in others.
February 17.
— And the human heart went mad.
For time calms intoxications. That of friendship, a long fidelity to its first admirations.
These flowers of the mind at least keep the imagination in joy. They enliven and rest reflection.
Voltaire’s verse. It passes before attention rapidly and cannot stop there, because of the impulse of speed the poet’s mind imparted to it in casting it onto his paper.
February 18.
— and even these false brilliancies, taste forgives them, provided one senses at all that the author’s mind could have been ingenuously seduced by them. It is pretension, not error or a mistake, that revolts.
Voltaire spread through language an elegance that [has] banished bonhomie from it. Rousseau took wisdom from souls by speaking to them of virtue. Buffon fills the mind with bombast. Montesquieu, he is the wisest, but he seems to teach the art of making empires: one believes one is learning it while listening to him and every time one reads him.
February 19.
Style. The figure must enter the mind all at once and whole as soon as it is complete. Everything of it that remains in the book without detaching itself on its own to apply itself to memory is a fault, however finely filed it may be, and however finished it may at first appear.
February 20.
“Not without the gods.” (Horat.) — Not even a book, if it is beautiful.
O eternal wisdom!
Like those engravings in which the plate is never clean, but the figures are beautiful.
Those who never think beyond what they say and never see beyond what they think always have a very decided style.
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The Notebooks of Joseph Joubert, Volume II · Book Mode · Diotimos