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The exalted mind. The imagination alone has the privilege of being so. The passions must be left to the body. The heart must only be tender. When one has an exalted heart, one loves falsely. One must love in one’s sober senses to love truly.
(Note. the mind sound, but heated.)
Let the streamers float and let the sails swell: the mast alone must remain unshakable.
If it is solid, if it is fixed, if nothing can displace it, that is enough.
September 9.
Folly is the reason of fools (or) the reason of fools is folly. Thus the natural in art is what is not natural.
When thought makes the meter, it must be allowed to remain. And sometimes a writer has sentences that are unbearable [only] because, while the movement of his mind or his thought makes the meter, his diction does not.
September 10.
Expression at rest.
September 11.
One must know how to enter the ideas of others, and one must know how to leave them. One must know how to leave one’s own, and one must know how to return to them.
These kinds of written daybooks would not usefully take the place of a good life, in which forgetting is as necessary as remembering.
Concise style belongs to reflection. One molds what one says when one has thought it forcefully. When one does not think, or thinks little, about what one says, the expression flows and has no form; so what is ingenuous has grace and no precision.
September 13.
It is said that souls have no sex; certainly they do.
September 14.
Those privations in which the will to undertake them is absent. The poor man who undergoes them suffers more from them and finds them harder than the rich man who prescribes them for himself. Whatever the habits, feathers are hard to anyone who would wish to sleep on eiderdown. In the final outcome, it is thought that causes our sensations.
Mme P. [Pastoret] was right yesterday: “The end must be honorable, and the means too.” That decides everything.
Good impulses are nothing if they do not become good actions. In the moral life, to have pleasure, one must set oneself a goal and reach it. Now, everything that is a goal is a limit. Not only is there no virtue where there is no law and rule, there is not even pleasure. Even children’s games have laws and would not exist without them. These rules are always constraining; and the more strictly one observes them, the more one enjoys oneself. Whoever lives without a goal and, as they say, at random, lives sadly.