A man without passion would be like a body without a soul. Or even more grotesque, like a soul without a body.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
Love is of all passions the strongest, for it attacks simultaneously the head, heart and senses.
Let yourself be silently drawn by the strange pull of what you really love. It will not lead you astray.
Love would never be a promise of a rose garden unless it is showered with light of faith, water of sincerity and air of passion.