I never like evergreen trees. There is something black in their green and cold in their shade, something dry, pointed and prickly in their leaves. As besides, they lose nothing and have nothing to fear, they seem to me without feeling, and therefore interest me little.


Translated by Katharine Lyttelton, Joubert, #12 (p.118)


I never like evergreen trees. There is something black in their green and cold in their shade, something dry, pointed and prickly in their leaves. As ...

I never like evergreen trees. There is something black in their green and cold in their shade, something dry, pointed and prickly in their leaves. As ...

I never like evergreen trees. There is something black in their green and cold in their shade, something dry, pointed and prickly in their leaves. As ...

I never like evergreen trees. There is something black in their green and cold in their shade, something dry, pointed and prickly in their leaves. As ...