I used to say it, I say it again: — J.-J. Rousseau gave words entrails and breasts (“which ought not to have any”; said Molé).
October 12.
All manners, in order to have no manner. What is called a manner is like a tone: whoever has only one tone is monotonous; whoever is monotonous is tedious. Teach youth, then, all the forms of discourse; let them be trained to use them with ease.
The same tone bores, but not the same voice. Likewise, the same manner, but not the same hand. Likewise, the same color, but not the same brush. There is a unity and a uniformity that please. Virgil is Virgil everywhere. So with Raphael, Greuze, Fénelon, Bossuet, Lafontaine, Racine. The voice sounds human: one finds them again and recognizes them with delight, always the same in different works. A work by an author has never failed to displease when he has a character of his own and one does not recognize him in it. He has acted and worked, his soul absent. It is a work of his brush or his pen and not of him. The master is missing from it. It is art or craft alone; these are lines and colors, it is ink, it is paper, it is the appearance of a book. It is a tasteless and cold dish.
But sometimes the soul sleeps: “good Homer dozes.” But provided one feels it there, glimpses it ever so little, divines it there, one is content. It pleases when drowsing, idle or distracted. Faults, in short, give pleasure if the soul has contributed to them. But nothing is beautiful without it.
October 14.
... is only the tip of a blade of grass that pierces the air. And yet, the force of the spirit of life, when the grass pierces living rock.
The world is a drop of air.
Eternity. We touch it behind and ahead of ourselves.
Living cord (the serpent) digests the ox.
A falling stone is animated by a kind of passion. It crushes not through its weight, but through the attraction that animates it and that is something almost spiritual.
They attributed human industry to the hand that is its instrument.
October 15.
“... Illness, pain, the corpse (says Labruyère) disgust us (we who are so curious) with the knowledge of another world” (through death). And indeed, if death made us beautiful...
“Eve of the birth of the world” (says Labruyère). Eternity preceded time by only an instant and, at that instant, we touch it behind ourselves.
October 16.
Algebraic words, or words of abbreviation (abbreviation of meaning). Nature is one of these words; a force, a faculty are too.
Between the combinatory mind and true imagination there is, [as to] their effects, all the difference that Labruyère points out between a [teachable] mind and a weak mind, of which he says: “The teachable and the weak [are] susceptible to impressions. The one receives good ones and the other [bad]; the first is persuaded and faithful, the other... stubborn and” [obstinate]).
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The Notebooks of Joseph Joubert, Volume II · Book Mode · Diotimos