“... Whether god or man,” a great saying of Plato!
“Light is the shadow of God.” Brightness is a shadow of light.
May 2.
Wisdom is a science by which we discern the things that are good for the soul and those that are not. It is the science of sciences, for it alone knows their value, their just price, their true use, their dangers, their utilities.
Indeed — every work proves a mind.
May 4.
That: one must place the supreme rule neither in oneself nor around oneself, but above oneself.
May 5.
The dart, to the one who shot it. — The arrow came from Hyperides’ quiver, but it was Aster who sharpened it and launched it.
The dart. If it pleases us, we apply it to ourselves; but it does not enter, it falls (and falls into oblivion). It penetrates us and attaches itself to memory only insofar as it has been launched forcefully, frankly and seriously, borrowed or not.
The dart and the emanations of the soul. The latter exhale and penetrate us as images enter through the eyes and perfumes through the sense of smell.
Others flatter us as flavors do the palate, as round bodies do touch, sometimes as beautiful sounds do our hearing; finally, as projecting parts do bodies.
May 5.
J.-J. Rousseau. Life without actions, all in affections and half-sensual thoughts; idleness with pretensions, voluptuous cowardice, useless and lazy activity that fattens the soul without making it better, that gives conscience a stupid pride and the mind the ridiculous posture of a burgher of Neuf-châtel believing himself a king.
Gesner’s Swiss bailiff in his old ruined tower. Haughtiness upon nullity.
Finally, the emphasis of the most voluptuous rogue, who has made his philosophy for himself and expounds it eloquently. The beggar warming himself in the sun and deliciously despising the human race.
And that other madman. Anti-priest.
May 6.
Fénelon. His dialogue of Justinian and [blank]. “... He had the fever of virtue,” the dying abbéG—l—rd said on this subject. (M. Clauzel.) This fever of goodness that carries delirium into all our ideas and into all our political feelings.
May 7.
(At the age of 58.)
Never any mind without soul.
May 9.
For the soul, the mind is a kind of organ, a kind of eye, of tongue, of hearing and even of brain, a kind of speaking trumpet, of telescope and of compass. And sometimes this organ acts all alone.
Mme Victorine de Chastenay said of me “that I looked like a soul that has happened upon a body, and gets by with it as best it can.” The saying is very pretty, and I cannot deny that it is just.
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The Notebooks of Joseph Joubert, Volume II · Book Mode · Diotimos