He was a man of fiercely restrained passion. Ever prostrating himself before the will of others, but, within, a confused turmoil of changing, violent emotion. Mindful of the needs of others, his compassion was, rather unfortunately, turned instinctively inwards and reflected by his self-image, rendering his thoughtfulness rather thoughtless indeed.
His words, far from being tools for projecting his thoughts to others, became, over time, the very point of his discourse to the extent that there were those who said of him, "That man loves the sound of his own voice".
But that wasn't really true. What he truly loved was the sound and sight of others. But he could only experience those things through impersonation and reflection, which left him little room for thoughts and passions of his own, which is, in turn, why he restrained them so.
Now the reader may say, "Surely this is unsustainable! Surely it will all fall down!"
Well, funny you should say that...
Philosophic Philanthropist, Honest Man