My mind moves very fast. I go through a lot of moods and emotions

The sea can bind us to her many moods, whispering to us by the subtle token of a shadow or a gleam upon the waves, and hinting in these ways of her mournfulness or rejoicing. Always she is remembering old things, and these memories, though we may not grasp them, are imparted to us, so that we share her gaiety or remorse.

If you are undisciplined, you are a slave to your moods and your passions.

As a human being, he may have moods and a will and personal aims; but as an artist, he is a man in a higher sense. He is a ‘collective man’—one who carries and shapes the unconscious, psychic forms of mankind.

The memory has as many moods as the temper, and shifts its scenery like a diorama.

We exist only by virtue of what we possess, we possess only what is really present to us, and many of our memories, our moods, our ideas sail away on a voyage of their own until they are lost to sight!