The moon looks
So that we see him, it matters not whether he sees us or no.
Spinoza's great word;--if we love God, we shall not trouble ourselves about his loving us.
On many brooks:
The brook can see no moon but this.
“I yesterday spoke to Joseph Coggeshall
, offering to give a reading at the schoolhouse, in order to start a library fund.
He appeared pleased with the idea.
I proposed to ask .50 for each ticket.”
“Chev suggests Europe
“Je suis content du palazzo Pitti.””
“I cannot study Fichte
for more than forty-five minutes at a time.
Reading him is not so bad as translating, which utterly overpowers my brain, although I find it useful in comprehending him.”
I begin to doubt the availability of Fichte's methods for me. I become each day more dispirited over him. With the purest intention he is much less of an ethicist than Kant.
These endless refinements in rationale of the ego confuse rather than enlighten the moral sense.
Where the study of metaphysics becomes de-energizing, it becomes demoralizing.
Subtlety used in a certain way unravels confusion, in a certain other way produces it. Kant unwinds the silkworm's web, but Fichte tangles the skein of silk,--at least so it seems to me.
Spent most of the afternoon in preparing for a tea party, cutting peaches and preparing bread and butter.