from *Amiel's Journal*
31st May, 1880
"...This soliloquy means- what? That
reverie turns upon itself as dreams do;
that impressions added together do not
always produce a fair judgement; that a
private journal is like a good king, and
permits repetitions, outpourings, complaint.
....These unseen effusions are the
conversation of thought with itself, the
arpeggios, involuntary but not unconscious of
that Aeolian harp we bear within us. Its
vibrations, compose no piece, exhaust no
theme, achieve no melody, carry out no
programme, but they express the innermost
life of man."