Every kind of mind that excludes from our character obligingness, indulgence and condescension, ease in living and conversing with others, in making them content with us and with themselves, is a bad kind of mind. Or, in two words, every sort of mind that prevents one from being lovable and loving is a bad kind of mind.
Millevoye and his soft energy.
Of peoples who have overturned geography (like winds, tempests or torrents).
Aged eyes need spectacles; overly delicate eyes like to see nothing except through a prism. Unfortunately, our organs are too refined. Soon no sound will have enough sweetness for us unless care is taken to temper it with some mute.
December 20.
It has been very well said: “It is not in the poem” (the subject is simple, artless and popular poems) “it is not in the poem that poetry is then lacking; it is in our imagination, or rather in our heart.” (Mr. Charles Nodier, the day’s newspaper.) And indeed one can find poetry nowhere when one carries none within oneself.
December 22.
In our capacity as men, we are all in this life in a state of half animality, and consequently of barbarism or coarseness.
The beautiful is always serious. The beautiful always has some calm, but not always some serenity.
Sorrow and its balances. The tranquility of life can sometimes balance, like a counterweight, the desolation of the moment.
— that happy imbecility which carries us toward sublime things.
December 24.
I can do well only slowly and with extreme fatigue.
Our moments of light are all moments of happiness. When it is clear in our mind, it is fair there.
The man withered by misfortune must be so through long misfortune. Such is Oedipus, etc. Niobe must retain the trace and, so to speak, the beauty of her past prosperity.
Nicole’s Essays. The morality of the Gospel is perhaps refined there a little too far by subtle reasonings.
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The Notebooks of Joseph Joubert, Volume II · Book Mode · Diotimos