#passions

A man who has not passed through the inferno of his passions has never overcome them.

They then dwell in the house next door, and at any moment a spark may cross and set fire to his own house.

Refuse to express a passion, and it dies. Count ten before venting your anger, and its occasion seems ridiculous.

Passions are the only orators that always convince; they are like an art of nature that never fails.

There is in the human heart a perpetual generation of passions; so that the ruin of one is almost always the foundation of another.

The duration of our passions depends no more upon ourselves than does the duration of our lives.

Passions often engender their opposites: avarice sometimes produces prodigality, and prodigality avarice; one is often firm from weakness, and daring from timidity.

Jealousy is in some sort just and reasonable, since it tends only to preserve a good which belongs to us, or which we think belongs to us; whereas envy is a fury which cannot endure the good of others.

The passions of youth are not more contrary to salvation than the lukewarmness of old age.