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Illusion or play. Everything agreeable is in them.
The Notebooks of Joseph Joubert (1883)
Where do ideas go? They go into the memory of God.
The Notebooks of Joseph Joubert (1883)
Tormented by the cursed ambition always to put a whole book in a page, a whole page in a sentence, and this sentence in a word. I am speaking of myself.
The Notebooks of Joseph Joubert (1883)
To seek the truth. But, as you are seeking and as you are waiting, what will you do, what will you think, what will you practice, what rules will you follow?
The Notebooks of Joseph Joubert (1883)
It is not light that burns, that purifies, that consumes, that divides, and that recomposes; it is fire. And this fire we are talking about always follows light.
The Notebooks of Joseph Joubert (1883)
In every kind of debauch there enters much coldness of soul. It is a conscious and voluntary abuse of pleasure.
The Notebooks of Joseph Joubert (1883)
I stop when I see no more light; it is impossible for me to write by feeling my way.
The Notebooks of Joseph Joubert (1883)
To be pathetic when we cry, we must cry without wanting to and without knowing it.
The Notebooks of Joseph Joubert (1883)
Perhaps (and probably) it would be true to say that we cannot conceive of anything except what we can see in our minds.
The Notebooks of Joseph Joubert (1883)
In political institutions, almost everything we call an abuse was once a remedy.
The Notebooks of Joseph Joubert (1883)
I don't like to write anything down on paper that I would not say to myself.
The Notebooks of Joseph Joubert (1883)
I have not seen you since, but you have often appeared to me in my dreams.
The Notebooks of Joseph Joubert (1883)
Having found nothing worth more than emptiness, he leaves space vacant.
The Notebooks of Joseph Joubert (1883)
Of those who want us to be wrong and those who want us to be right.
The Notebooks of Joseph Joubert (1883)
For in spite of ourselves we respect those whom we see respected.
The Notebooks of Joseph Joubert (1883)
Thought forms in the soul the same way clouds form in the air.
The Notebooks of Joseph Joubert (1883)
To hide our eyes to make others believe we are hiding tears.
The Notebooks of Joseph Joubert (1883)
My dreams are more amorous than my actions have ever been.
The Notebooks of Joseph Joubert (1883)
When we speak, we write what we are saying in the air.
The Notebooks of Joseph Joubert (1883)
It is not my words that I polish, but my ideas.
The Notebooks of Joseph Joubert (1883)