All those young minds the revolution warmed and made hatch before their time, before their age.
The purple of the setting sun. Magnificent. (From life.Sᵗ Martin.) And what draperies in the clouds, what semblances of a canopy, a bed, and curtains!
To judge matters of taste, one must give oneself time to taste them.
— and who love what is good only when it expresses what they think.
March […]7.
They have not even penetrated matter.
Let us seek in beautiful verse the materials of a beautiful prose.
Not to extend the sound beyond what the meaning needs in order to be shown whole.
This oratorical style often has the drawbacks of those operas in which the music prevents one from hearing the words. Here the words prevent one from seeing the thoughts.
All those writings of which there remains, as from the sight of a brook (rolling some clear waters over small pebbles), only the memory of words that have fled.
— Not so much a multitude as an assembly, a chorus of words, each arranged in its rank and each having its color, its figure, and its necessary function.
March 18.
To model or mold reasons, to paint them, to sculpt them. To put relations into images.
... Those drinks that fill the mind with intoxications more formidable than those of wine.
It must be (says Longinus, and the ancient rhetoricians used to say) “passion that makes the figures.” Now temper is a passion. Even gaiety is one.
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The Notebooks of Joseph Joubert, Volume II · Book Mode · Diotimos