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... as a spider that had no legs would have no less skill within itself to weave its web.
[Reading Fr. André.] Symmetry must be striking in inanimate objects, as in buildings, for example. It must be only faintly perceptible in other things.
Plato was right to suggest that Love of the beautiful is a naturally moderate and peaceful love, a gentle and smiling feeling.
All great attention is always double, and when one looks ahead of oneself, one looks within oneself.
One must admit it: there is a temperament of the soul very often opposed to that of the body.
The tulip is a flower without a soul, but the rose and the lily seem to have one. (The former is beautiful as a young girl.) The rose is a flower of flesh, the tulip a flower of fabric, of taffeta. The lily is beautiful as a young man, and one knows to what beauties the rose is often compared. The tulip is a piece of painted paper.
A ruminant brain. And perhaps the bee too is ruminant. Honey is not made without kneading it.
“Literature (says M. de Bonnald) is the expression of society.” There are books so beautiful that in them literature is only the expression of those who made them.
November 12.
Racine. His elegance is perfect, but it is not supreme like Virgil’s.
A beautiful expression is always a portion of a truth (perceived or unperceived). It is a sample of its fabric, a shaft of its light that has shone on us and fled from us. — If we misapply this shaft, if we carry this ray about apart from its own beam, if we display this piece (remnant is too ample) far from its length of cloth, it remains beautiful but produces no effect. Add: when this sample is lost among rags, one must know how to distinguish it from them and draw it out.
A sample of her dress, or a sample of the fabric in which she is fit to be clothed.
She seems to sing her flowering through a scale of five colors. (The hydrangea.)
One is happy when one leaves health to enter wisdom.
Joy is better than pleasure, since it is a pleasure common to ourselves and others.