Fontenelle, of whom it was so well said that “he put too much reason into his works” to need “to put reasonings into them.”
One can parody this expression and say: “There is grace (and a sort of urbanity) in beginning with men through esteem and trust.” This indeed proves at least that one has long lived in good company with others and with oneself.
Tuesday, March 31.
From these abominable experiences comes a knowledge that blinds. — Those shameful studies; unbridled curiosity; honors that corrupt morals.
Wednesday, April 1.
Two kinds of genius. One that penetrates at a glance what pertains to human life, and the other what pertains to divine things, to souls.
One scarcely has the first fully and perfectly without also having some parts of the second; but one can have the second without the other. This is because human things depend on [divine] things and touch them on every side, but the relation is not reciprocal here. Heaven could subsist without earth, but earth could not without heaven.
Or rather, pride is the height of ignorance.
April 8.
An amusing brevity, short and comic words. But the danger to be feared is that this brevity may be burlesque, these words baroque.
Finally, taste in literature has become so domestic, and approval so dependent on pleasure, that in a book one first seeks the author, and in the author their passions or their humors. If these resemble ours, we love the author; otherwise we reject them. The true, the pure beautiful, what is true and what is beautiful in itself, does not interest us on its own. It is no longer peace of heart and mind that we seek in books, but the disturbance of emotions. Thus there must be a mixture in them to please us. We want the soul of writers to show itself there with the strength and weaknesses, the knowledge and errors, the wisdom and illusions that can make men fit for our use and that we like to find in the connections we form; finally, the mixture of good and evil that charm us in dramatic characters, the imperfections (as someone has very well said), the imperfections and qualities that attach us to them “through an association of contrary and discordant elements that temper one another and keep us (deliciously) suspended between blame and approval.” That is what we like to see in the writer’s soul and mind. It is no longer a sage that we seek in an author and wish to find there, but a lover or a friend. Or at least an actor who represents themself, and whose role and acting charm our tastes much more than our reasons. We want books to make us, not better but more contented, those who made them to arouse in us a sort of sensuous taste: to have flesh and blood along with mind and soul. We hate, or at least we could no longer admire, pure spirits. Yet, if some celestial intelligence... Daylight alone no longer suffices for us, but we would like a fine day. Light is the good of the eyes and, as we are sentient, it might be...
April 19.
Wisdom is the beginning of the beautiful.
Cadence. The number of syllables necessarily contributes to it in every language. Cadence forms clausules of periods that vary while leaving the rhythm the same. (By rhythm I mean what is produced by the mixture of longs and shorts in languages that have these measures.
April 20.
Some ignorance is necessary in order to have some modesty.
Spaced. Well or badly spaced. Being well or badly spaced is [important] in architecture for columns, and in all the arts for [all] the dominant ornaments.
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