A studied elegance, it has been said; add an artificial ease or one born of practice. There has been everything in this Villemain, and in what is most felicitous in him, much practice.
Fontanes has prose that is too elegant and Chateaubriand prose too full of pathos... But how can we tell them so?
January 29.
The accumulation of thoughts wears out the file and makes the style rough; rough in meaning and to the mind’s eye, even if not in sound and to the ear.
January 31.
In the perfection of a work there is something that depends on the perfection of the instrument or of language; and in the vigor of a strong talent, something absolutely independent.
In Numa’s time, Virgil would have been only a villager playing a reed pipe. If Ronsard had been born in Caraïbe, he would have been a togan. Tupia was a priest in Otahiti.
If Fénelon had lived under Hugh Capet and had had only a plowman for a father, he would have been only a humble, pious monk or a gentle village priest. Tertullian and Jurien would have turned theirs upside down, even had they been servants. Bossuet, among all peoples, in all times and in all conditions, would have shown himself a man of great sense, of great mind, and would have become the oracle of his town, his district, his hamlet, his tribe, his neighbors, his family.
It is certain that Fénelon is gentler than gentleness itself, more moderate than moderation. This is not sincere naturalness, but affected naturalness: one senses falsity everywhere.
February 1.
Fénelon. Flexible and dry as white wax; and no less pure.
Fénelon. Grammarians kiss his faults. Had that happy kind of mind, of talent and of character which unfailingly makes one seem to everyone to possess some[thing] better than one has. Thus, despite [oneself], one attributes to Racine what belongs only to Virgil, and one always expects to find in Raphael beauties that are perhaps more often in two or three other painters than in this one.
An acquired naturalness, a learned elegance, an ease that belongs to a trained hand and a well-cut pen; finally, countless skills and merits that their literary education gave them, but with which they had not been endowed: all this fine style does more honor to their school than to their talent. Nothing belongs to them but the aptitude they had for becoming better than themselves.
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The Notebooks of Joseph Joubert, Volume II · Book Mode · Diotimos