“Hope is love's happiness, but not its life;—
How many hearts have nourished a vain flame
In silence and in secret, though they knew
They fed the scorching fire that would consume them!”

“Just as camphor is consumed by the flames of fire, so also, mind must be consumed by soul-fire.”

“This night of no moon
There is no way to meet him.
I rise in longing—
My breast pounds, a leaping flame,
My heart is consumed in fire.”

“Though jealousy be produced by love as ashes are by fire, yet jealousy extinguishes love, as ashes smother the flame.”

“There's things that happen in a person's life that are so scorched in the memory and burned into the heart that there's no forgetting them.”

“The flames of the heart consumed me, and the mind
Is but a foolish wind.”

“Whatever flames upon the night
Man’s own resinous heart has fed.”

“Some chase the scorching flame of love their entire lives without ever finding it; sustained romantic relationships have eluded them but their search continued. A friend once told me that he had never found true love. Had he searched instead for the rationale love had eluded him, then maybe the answers would have provided a clearer path toward a sustainable flame. He was selfish.

RJ Intindola – (Gandolfo) – 1981”

“A later generation could have explained the miracle to Sir Frank — though explaining in terms he would not have understood. Though he knew well enough the theory of family traits and likenesses, it would have been impossible then to make him comprehend the intricacy of a chromosome which carries inside it — not merely the stereotypes of parental hair or temperament — but the secret knowledge of how to breathe, how to work the muscles to move the bones, how to grow, how to remember, how to commence the processes of thought … all the infinite number of secret "how to's" that have to be passed on for life to stay above jelly level.
A freak chromosome in Sir Frank ensured he passed on, together with these usual secrets, the secret of his individual consciousness.”

“The Gospel is not an old, old story, freshly told. It is a fire in the Spirit, fed by the flame of Immortal Love; and woe unto us, if, through our negligence to stir up the Gift of God which is within us, that fire burns low.”