1. It seems that among the ancients the letters they called humane were indeed more humane than among us. Their art of criticism was more indulgent, gentler, more favorable than ours. They were more inclined to approve.
2. They admitted three kinds: the sublime (or the great), the simple (or the small, the slight), and the middle (the temperate or the mediocre). All those, says Cicero, who distinguished themselves among the Greeks in any one of these three kinds “acquired great renown.”
3. These men who did such great things with speech, and for whom the art of speaking was a great power, held no work in low esteem in which speech was employed with skill. They admired art above all. And every work of which they could say to themselves art in it surpasses the material was in their eyes a masterpiece. They put [it] below nothing and placed it beside everything. In their judgments they seemed to have this maxim as their law: everything that excels must be put in the first rank.
4. And indeed, for practice and for utility, the art in a work is far above its subject. It is art that instructs. It is from art that one can enrich oneself. One can take its beauties away and place them elsewhere without taking anything from the works in which they are. Whether a painter has painted on canvas or on wood, the ground is nothing; drawing and colors are everything. (The Etruscans’ earthenware pots taught us to model gold and silver.
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Talent goes where the voice of praise is... It is the siren that leads it astray.
Excel and you will live.
— He has not been praised enough. True men of letters have seemed to think judging him beneath them. Treating him in a way with disdainful benevolence, they recommended him to the public and abandoned him to it.
No select library has had room for him on its shelves (or in its shelving). To avenge this unrecognized talent, I would like to tear from his poems the gold of engraving and the large paper lavished on them, and adorn the little tales with it...
Phaedrus is no more elegant, and N himself is no more true.
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The Notebooks of Joseph Joubert, Volume II · Book Mode · Diotimos