Passion (n.) is a challenge to fate, and what it does cannot be undone — so violent desire is either preceded by anxiety or remorselessly pursued by it.
Passion (n.) raises a man above himself and above the bounds of his mortality — and by the very act of raising him, destroys him.
Passion (n.) that seizes a man for a woman — impassioned, almost magical — is invariably a projected soul-image.
Passion (n.) is the impelling force that carries a mind past paradox: Abelard, having lost it through his tragic fate, stopped at conceptualism.
Passion (n.) is not the mother of all evil: there are ways to torture children to death besides the physical.
Passion (n.) is broken not by morality but by the psyche's self-regulation: at its height the boundlessly desired object is unveiled as an idol, man is forced to his knees before a divine image — and so is freed from the object's spell and restored to himself.
Passion (n.) feels unique to the one tormented by it, yet as an elemental force it is common to all men; only what is differentiated can be individual — in intense emotion all type differences vanish in the human-all-too-human.
The Passion (n.) happened to the adept rather than being performed by him: it was the arcane substance in him that suffered, died and rose again, felt as near him, within him and in the retort at once.