If passion rules, how weak does reason prove!
The passions are like fire, useful in a thousand ways and dangerous only in one, through their excess.
Our passions do not live apart in locked chambers, but, dressed 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.
We are minor in everything but our passions.
Passion, though a bad regulator, is a powerful spring.
There is no fire like passion, there is no shark like hatred, there is no snare like folly, there is no torrent like greed.
Most marriages recognize this paradox: Passion destroys passion; we want what puts an end to wanting what we want.
The passions and desires, like the two twists of a rope, mutually mix one with the other, and twine inextricably round the heart; producing good, if moderately indulged; but certain destruction, if suffered to become inordinate.
If passion drives you, let reason hold the reins.
Passion is the element in which we live; without it, we hardly vegetate.