The language of excitement is at best picturesque merely. You must be calm before you can utter oracles.
There is no fire like passion, there is no shark like hatred, there is no snare like folly, there is no torrent like greed.
Your intellect may be confused, but your emotions will never lie to you.
The heart errs like the head; its errors are not any the less fatal, and we have more trouble getting free of them because of their sweetness.
The appearance of things change according to the emotions and thus we see magic and beauty in them, while the magic and beauty are really in ourselves.
The degree of one’s emotion varies inversely with one’s knowledge of the facts – the less you know the hotter you get.
The advantage of the emotions is that they lead us astray.
The acceptance of the truth that joy and sorrow, laughter and tears are not confined to any particular time, place or people, but are universally distributed, should make us more tolerant of and more interested in the lives of others.
Our emotions are the driving powers of our lives. When we are aroused emotionally, unless we do something great and good, we are in danger of letting our emotions become perverted. William James used to tell the story of a Russian woman who sat weeping at the tragic fate of the hero in the opera
A grouch escapes so many little annoyances that it almost pays to be one.