But love is an emotional thing, and whatever is emotional is opposed to that true cold reason which I place above all things.
Too many conflicting emotional interests are involved for life ever to be wholly acceptable, and possibly it is the work of the storyteller to rearrange things so that they conform to this end.
Human beings sometimes find a kind of pleasure in nursing painful emotions, in blaming themselves without reason or even against reason.
Emotion is the chief source of consciousness. There is no change from darkness to light or from inertia to movement without emotion.
Your subconscious mind recognizes and acts upon ONLY thoughts which have been well-mixed with emotion or feeling.
Weak people let their pain choke them to a slow, emotional death. Strong people use that pain. They use it as fuel.
We know too much and feel too little. At least we feel too little of those creative emotions from which a good life springs.
The writer’s joy is the thought that can become emotion, the emotion that can wholly become a thought.