“Genius is the fire that lights itself. -Commenting on Buddy Rich.”

“Genius is talent set on fire by courage.”

“Genius has no country. It blossoms everywhere. Genius is like the light, the air. It is the heritage of all.”

“Than farewell riches, the fat is in the fire,
And neuer shall I to like riches aspire.”

“Stand aside, and try not to catch fire if I shed sparks of genius.”

“It is not light that burns, that purifies, that consumes, that divides, and that recomposes; it is fire. And this fire we are talking about always follows light.”

“Genius declares itself to be a kind of higher masculinity.”

“Asleep she was a painting of a fire. Awake she was the fire itself”

“The poetical character… is not itself — it has no self — it is every thing and nothing — It has no character — it enjoys light and shade; it lives in gusto, be it fair or foul, high or low, rich or poor, mean or elevated.”

“I paused with the pen in my hand. "He burst into flames?"
"He became engulfed in fire."
"Was his buddy made out of orange rocks and at any point yell, 'It's clobbering time'?”