Passion and prejudice govern the world, only under the name of reason.
The conclusions of passion are the only reliable ones.
Man is a passion which brings a will into play, which works an intelligence.
Life is not governed by will or intention. Life is a question of nerves, and fibers, and slowly built-up cells in which thought hides itself, and passion has its dreams.
We do not wish ardently for what we desire only through reason.
Trust your hunches. They're usually based on facts filed away just below the conscious level.
Inspiration does not come like a bolt, nor is it kinetic energy striving, but it comes to us slowly and quietly and all the time.
Intuition is given only to him who has undergone long preparation to receive it.
You must train your intuition-you must trust the small voice inside you which tells you exactly what to say, what to decide.
You have first an instinct, then an opinion, then a knowledge, as the plant has root, bud and fruit. Trust the instinct to the end, though you can render no reason.
A hunch is creativity trying to tell you something.
I move on feeling and have learned to distrust those who don't.
Instinct is a powerful form of natural energy, perhaps comparable in humans to electricity or even atomic energy in the mechanical world.
Cherish your emotions and never undervalue them.
But are not this struggle and even the mistakes one may make better, and do they not develop us more, than if we kept systematically away from emotions?
Many a man gets weary of clamping down on his rough impulses, which if given occasional release would encourage the living of life with salt in it, in place of dust.
We shall keep our horizon perfectly, absolutely, crystallinely open, ready every day for the scouring gales of impulse.
Intuition is a spiritual faculty and does not explain, but simply points the way.
Every time I've done something that doesn't feel right, it's ended up not being right.
None of us can estimate what we do when we do it from instinct.