The Passions (n.) are deaf to reason as animals are, however small: tigers and lions moderate their ferocity but it flares up when you least expect it, and one can never be confident that vices have been gentled.
A Passions (n.) grows with the size of what stimulates it, because the causes lie outside us: the fear is greater if the object is greater or closer, and desire sharper the greater the hoped-for gain.
The Passions (n.) do not follow the traveller — if they did they would be farther off; he carries them on his back.
The Passions (n.) will grow if even moderate ones are left, and a throng of small ones can do more than one violent passion.
The Passions (n.) cease, once given any privilege, to lie within our jurisdiction, because what arouses them lies outside our power: they grow with their causes.
Passions (n.) of a person who loves one man that much blur into one another — love, grief, rage and joy are a single wave that may break on any shore.