We feel free when we escape - even if it be but from the frying pan to the fire.

Just as a candle cannot burn without fire, men cannot live without a spiritual life.

I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, for vengeance, for desolation. War is hell.

There is only one boss. The customer. And he can fire everybody in the company from the chairman on down, simply by spending his money somewhere else.

Momentarily a wing of zodiacal radiance could be seen, like a halo over the rising fire-disk.

“As surely as Water will wet us, as surely as Fire will burn, The Gods of the Copybook Headings with terror and slaughter return!”

Bitterness is like cancer. It eats upon the host. But anger is like fire. It burns it all clean.

A man can be short and dumpy and getting bald but if he has fire, women will like him.

Well, if crime fighters fight crime and fire fighters fight fire, what do freedom fighters fight? They never mention that part to us, do they?

Labor to keep alive in your breast that little spark of celestial fire, called conscience.

My theory on housework is, if the item doesn't multiply, smell, catch fire, or block the refrigerator door, let it be. No one else cares. Why should you?