Nothing in man that is an incurable evil matures. And nothing angelic that he may have in him grows old: who has ever been able to picture an old angel? At most one can imagine an old spirit, but only by supposing it more earthly than aerial.
Old age, a neighbor to eternity, is a kind of priesthood and, if it is also free of passion, it consecrates you. It therefore seems entitled to pronounce on religion; but with mistrust. with fear. If we then have no more passions, we have had them and we have (sic) their habits. If we are close to God, we have kept our impressions of the earth. Finally, we have long been mistaken. We must fear being mistaken still and, above all, misleading others.
We must fear being mistaken in poetry when we do not think as poets do, and in religion when we do not think as saints do.
The Jansenists say that we must love God, and the Jesuits make him loved. The latter’s doctrine is full of inaccuracies and perhaps errors; but, strange, surprising and yet incontestable, they guide better. It is probably (or perhaps) because their errors came from the heart and from an overly tender charity. The Jansenists have not lacked charity either; but it is harsh; rigorous and more attached, it seems, to teaching the truth than to loving either God or men. One would say they love the rule better than the good; and the others love the good more than the rule. The first are more essentially learned and the others more essentially pious.
Fénelon and his insipid theology. The Jesuits at least are frank and resolute in their errors. — “God (Maldonnat says loudly) has predestined all men.” “Sectarian and not heretic,” says Terillus, régl. des mœurs I. “Every unbeliever acting in good faith can be saved,” says Father Malène in his Curiosités utiles; and Casnedi (vid. loc.) “Excess of faith, excusing ignorance.” They introduced innovations into the church, there is no doubt of that; but at least innovations that are often only gentle and humane, and they declared themselves inventors. (Only their purely dogmatic errors are at issue here. They had worse ones; but, I believe, with good intentions.) Fénelon, in his cloying rigidity, is at bottom drier and harder than a Jansenist; and an innovator too, he invokes antiquity, constant tradition. — Fénelon: he knows how to pray, but not how to instruct.
To believe what is contrary to reason, that is possible — it concerns higher objects and has no consequence. But to believe of God what is contrary to justice (as the heart conceives it), perhaps that is neither possible nor right, unless he expressly commands it. Show me this command, then: if it is clear, I will submit; if it is obscure, I will suspend even my doubts, I will adore and I will wait.
The best metaphysics is the one we have despite ourselves, that is to say, the one founded on ideas or images that are inevitably and universally within us, by the nature of our intelligence, or by that of things, or by the will of God (whom this necessity proves sufficiently to us).
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The Notebooks of Joseph Joubert, Volume II · Book Mode · Diotimos