Passion is the mob of the man, that commits a riot upon his reason.

Passion is the mob of the man, that commits a riot upon his reason.

Search then the ruling passion; there alone,
The wild are constant, and the cunning known;
The fool read more

Search then the ruling passion; there alone,
The wild are constant, and the cunning known;
The fool consistent, and the false sincere;
Priests, princes, women, no dissemblers here.

The way you get meaning into your life is to devote yourself to loving others, devote yourself to your community read more

The way you get meaning into your life is to devote yourself to loving others, devote yourself to your community around you, and devote yourself to creating something that gives you purpose and meaning.

Difference of object does not alter singleness of passion. It
merely intensifies it. We can have but one great read more

Difference of object does not alter singleness of passion. It
merely intensifies it. We can have but one great experience at
best, and the secret of life is to reproduce that experience as
often as possible.

Every man without passions has within him no principle of action, nor motive to act.

Every man without passions has within him no principle of action, nor motive to act.

They may forget what you said, but they will never forget how you made them feel.

They may forget what you said, but they will never forget how you made them feel.

Passion is universal humanity. Without it religion, history, romance and art would be useless.

Passion is universal humanity. Without it religion, history, romance and art would be useless.

And beauty, for confiding youth,
Those shocks of passion can prepare
That kill the bloom before its read more

And beauty, for confiding youth,
Those shocks of passion can prepare
That kill the bloom before its time,
And blanch, without the owner's crime,
The most resplendent hair.

Alas, why gnaw you so your nether lip?
Some bloody passion shakes your very frame.
These are read more

Alas, why gnaw you so your nether lip?
Some bloody passion shakes your very frame.
These are portents; but yet I hope, I hope,
They do not point on me.