Passion (n.) is different in man and woman in tempo even when it is the same passion ... hence man and woman do not cease misunderstanding one another.
Passion (n.) differs in tempo in men and women, which is why they are always misunderstanding one another.
Passion (n.) enjoys itself in music.
Passion (n.) is that without which you have no experience whatever.
Passion (n.) is not an independent entity from reason. Reason is merely a system of relations between various passions and desires.
Passion (n.) for a woman or a great idea makes a man a little vortex of life in a dead sea of darkness: blind behind him, deaf to warnings, least capable of being just — and yet the womb of every just deed too.
Passion (n.) in life is rarely loquacious; real passion does not speak in maxims — so spoken drama, forced to make it talk, falls under rhetoric and looks false.
Passion (n.) casts a seductive glance back as it departs: we always prefer vehement displeasure to a feeble pleasure.
The Passion (n.) became monsters only through neglect of small facts — it is up to us to turn Leidenschaften into Freudenschaften, passions into joys.
The Passion (n.) are overcome as a means, not a goal — like a colonist clearing swamps, one must sow good works at once, or weeds and devilish nonsense overrun the rich soil.
Passion (n.) of mankind may all have been, like Plato's dialectics and Schopenhauer's anti-dialectics, passions for a nothing — solemnities about a nothing.
Passion (n.) is a virtue's raw material: set your highest goal at its heart and your devils become angels, your wild dogs songbirds.
Passion (n.) must be extirpated, not restrained, says the moralist's madness — and its conclusion is always that only the castrated man is a good man.
Passion (n.) is open to the same objections as sickness — and we can do without sickness even less than without the passions: they give life a tremendous choc.
Passion (n.) is not overcome by representing it; rather, it is over when one is able to represent it.
Passion (n.) and its modern cult are a matter of nerves and wearied souls — like the delight in deserts, storms, orgies and horrors; strong ages need a realm beyond passion.
Passion (n.) should be dominated, not weakened or extirpated: the greater the will's dominating power, the more freedom the passions may be allowed.
Passion (n.) is Quixotic, like all seriousness and everything that goes to the human heart — good to know in some cases, better not to know in others.
Passion (n.) become a wheel one is broken on, when one has lived in solitude too long off one's own fat — unless one finds the alchemical trick of turning the muck into gold.
Passion (n.) should be mastered, not weakened: the greater the mastering force of the will, the more freedom may be given to the passions.