id,dictionary,theme,reviewed_on,metaphor,created_at,provenance,comments,work_id,text,context,updated_at 19433,"","",,"""Even there the passions reign; but they rove through the mind like murmuring, winds through barren and gloomy regions.""",2012-01-09 22:33:29 UTC,"Searching ""mind"" in Google Books","",7159,"'Well, Sir, you say the passions are dangerous, I believe they are useful, and only rebellious, when we would give them false, meanings, or render them subservient to poor convenience. The passions are the wings of spirit. Cold tranquillity the grave of thought. Turn you eyes to my convent! Even there the passions reign; but they rove through the mind like murmuring, winds through barren and gloomy regions.""
(I, p. 190)","",2012-01-09 22:33:29 UTC