Our passions do not live apart in locked chambers but dress in their small wardrobe of notions bring their provisions to a common table and mess together feeding out of the common store according to their appetite.
With care and skill and cunning art She parried Times malicious dart And kept the years at bay Till passion entered in her heart And aged her in a day!
Absence diminishes mediocre passions and increases great ones as wind blows out candles and fans fire.
Passion is universal humanity. Without it religion history romance and art would be useless.
Act nothing in a furious passion. Its putting to sea in a storm.
It is with our passions as it is with fire and water they are good servants but bad masters.’08-02-2010
Without passion man is a mere latent force and possibility like the flint which awaits the shock of the iron before it can give forth its spark.
What the public wants is the image of passion not passion itself.
Never underestimate the power of denial.
A liking for truth at any cost is a passion that spares nothing and that nothing resists. It?s a vice at times a comfort or a selfishness.
He only employs his passion who can make no use of his reason.
Man is only truly great when he acts from the passions.
Our passions do not live apart in locked chambers but dress in their small wardrobe of notions bring their provisions to a common table and mess together feeding out of the common store according to their appetite.
If passion drives you let reason hold the reins.
Every man without passion has within him no principle of action nor motive of act.
To live fully is to be engaged in the passions of ones times.
He that would be superior to external influences must first become superior to his own passions.
A person who has not passed through the inferno of their passions has never overcome them.
When the passions become masters they are vices.
Passion is the mob of the man that commits a riot upon his reason.
On lifes vast ocean diversely we sail Reason the card but passion is the gale.
May I govern my passion with absolute sway And grow wiser and better as my strength wears away.
Our passions are like convulsion fits which though they make us stronger for the time leave us the weaker ever after.
With care and skill and cunning art She parried Times malicious dart And kept the years at bay Till passion entered in her heart And aged her in a day!