“A burnt child loves the fire.”

“Burnt child fire dredth.”

“4436. The burnt Child dreads the Fire.”

“He was now in that state of fire that she loved. She wanted to be burnt.”

“As a piece of rope, when burnt, retains its form, but cannot serve to bind, so is the ego which is burnt by the fire of supreme Knowledge.”

“I am writing with my burnt hand about the nature of fire.”

“Clever girl. You play with fire because you want to be burnt.”

“Is our time up and on to the next fire / Got my fingers burnt and cut into the wire.”

“In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?”

“No wonder the child loves the camp-fire. The camp-fire was the ancestor of the hearth—the first bright spot in that dark world out of which our forefathers groped their way so long ago.”