The smile dwells on the lips alone, but laughter has its seat and its grace on the teeth.
October 25.
One must change evil into good, finish what is imperfect and straighten what is crooked.
October 29.
Table airs (the old ones). One cannot remember them without picturing the gathering and the chorus. They prompt a sort of dance of the hands, as good dance airs prompt the dancing of the feet. They enliven like wine; like it, they dispel all serious ideas and inspire, as long as they last, a certain cordiality.
Not all the airs sung at table are true table airs.
Ancients. Because everything young is more beautiful than what is finished. Or rather, Everything growing is more beautiful than what is ended.
October 30.
The colors of all parties.
The liveliness of their good taste can sometimes lead their good judgment astray. (Certain critics are meant.)
November 2.
Mother Bᵒⁿ. She had become incapable of joy.
Credulity forges more miracles for itself than imposture can invent.
November 4.
Not all who write make a work, nor all who speak a discourse.
God. His goodness subjects him to his love for our souls. Heaven was [then] less peopled with men, and he would descend to earth to [converse] with them there.
November […].
Nothing corrects an ill-formed mind. A sad and grievous truth that one [learns] late and after much wasted care!
November […].
They have accused and excused themselves, judging themselves worthy of pardon [and] blame at once.
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The Notebooks of Joseph Joubert, Volume II · Book Mode · Diotimos