The mind of man is a scene of perpetual instability
and commotion, ruffled by every breeze of passion
and agitated by every impulse of hope; it floats
with giddy security on the ebullitions of fancy,
and sinks with precipitation in the cavities of
despair; it pursues with avidity the emotions of
sense, and listens with rapture to the murmurs
of restraint; it hears with pious reverence
the counsels of reason, and follows with lucid
submission the dictates of pleasure: always fickle
and undetermined, it looks for quiet, sometimes
in remonstrance, sometimes in acquiescence;
it often mixes with confusion, that it may establish
peace, and often regulates quietude by turbulent uproar.
NORMAN MACDONALD, Maxims and Moral Reflections
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