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These words that have wandered so long in their thought seem also to be mobile and as though wandering on the paper. They detach themselves from it, in a sense, as soon as one fixes them with lively attention; and accustomed as they were to walking about in the author’s memory, they spring forth, so to speak, to stick to that [of the reader] through a sort of attraction impressed upon them by habit and by their origin, whose mark they seem to bear, etc. (sic.)
— One could at least have replied to him that the sciences are a thing without which one does not know that the sciences are useless.
... something slender and not very fleshy.
One is sweet sleep and the other is hope. (Voltaire.)
Why there is a fault in this line. Why the juxtaposition is forced. It is not serious enough. Why.
February 22.
Such lines, which one believes rapid, are really suited only to depicting effort or a kind of rubbing like that of rats.
[They] put their noses into the air, show their heads a little... (Etc. see what follows.)
Depart, run, fly...
There is more stirring here than movement, than progress. Serious verse must advance with great strides, not by stamping its feet. When it wishes to depict rapidity, it must give it the gait of Homer’s gods: “he takes a step and arrives...” Lines with so many sections resemble insects with a thousand feet or legs with multiplied joints. There is something small here, something that proceeds by leaps and in fits. There is no rapidity.
For — art always has as its object “what is best always and at all times.” But, because of the prudence within it, in particular subjects it contents itself with what is best for them and for itself and for the time.
Plato. Oh! the fine comedian.
Yes: but here is a thing that cannot be shown and that, to be well taught, requires as much intelligence in the learner as in the teacher.
Of recollection. An old and very exact word. The mind then does what the hunting dog does in retracing all its tracks to find the trail again.
Thought must therefore indeed be something and leave some trace or droppings of itself, since we have the power, by taking up the hunt again, by returning along its broken branches, to catch it again when it has fled.
Everything very spiritual in which the soul truly has a part leads back to God, to piety. The soul cannot stir, open its eyes, awaken, without feeling God. True truth! sufficient truth! all the others are useless to happiness, since without them and with this one we can be fully, perfectly, entirely happy.
Air, place, light, life, health, knowledge, beauty, food and delights of the soul.
God loves the soul. And just as there is an attraction that carries the soul toward God, there is one, if I dare speak this way, that carries God toward the soul. God makes the soul his delight.
And indeed, when one remembers a beautiful line, a beautiful word, a beautiful phrase, one always reads them in the air; one sees them before oneself, the eyes seem to read them in space. One does not imagine them on the sheet to which they are stuck. An ordinary passage, on the contrary, is not distinct from the book in which one read it; and that is where memory first sees it when one quotes it. I appeal to experience.