Immortality of the soul. To impress the idea of it strongly upon us is to prove it. It [is] the same with God.
“Probabilities prove nothing,” someone has said.
June 29.
[…] Mr. Z. (Delalot) adds that Mme de Maintenon’s style is more classical than Mme de Sévigné’s. If by classical he means correct and methodical, he is right, and so right that this style can be learned and can be taught. Thus he is a thousand times wrong when he adds that the same style is more natural... Classical, or what can be taught. Classical, and what ought to be taught. These are the two qualities of the classical: transmissible and irreproachable. The latter quality does not always admit the other.
Wound and scourge. — “Their memory was a wound,” Chateaubriand used to tell me. — My imagination is a wound.
Thought and image. It is the difference between a single stroke and a figure.
July 1.
Dream. — Teaches one to endure pains.
July 2.
Dream. — To use letters wisely. The heart...
Wound. A balm may flow from it... The tree of Arabia.
July 3.
Mr. Dubuth said of gaiety that it was “the merit of rascals.” Although it is an advantage for everyone, it is indeed a merit only for those who have no other.
July 5.
There are many things that can make a man happy for an hour, for a day.
July 6.
Naturally, the mind refrains from judging what it does not know. It is vanity that forces it to pronounce when it would wish to be silent.
July 7.
Give cold minds, heavy minds, subtle and delicate doctrines, and you will see the strange misuse they will make of them. Cast a few vivid lights into a naturally dark mind, and you will see how far it will obscure them. Certain ideas in certain heads are like lighted candles that serve only to show the thickness and darkness of the lantern that contains them. Saint-Martin had his head in the heavens, but in cloudy and black heavens where the flashes escaping from them revealed only clouds. One makes a horrible mixture when one brings certain ideas into certain brains. One only makes their darkness more palpable. One makes chaos follow night there.
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The Notebooks of Joseph Joubert, Volume II · Book Mode · Diotimos