The generous Critic fann’d the Poet’s fire, And taught the world with reason to admire.
The fire burns as the novel taught it how.
I have some friends, some honest friends, and honest friends are few; My pipe of briar, my open fire, A book that’s not too new.
For gold is tried in the fire and acceptable men in the furnace of adversity.
Since we can’t count on the meat, egg, and dairy industries to protect animals from the most egregious forms of cruelty, what can we, as consumers, do? Opting out of paying someone to allow animals to die in a barn fire or at the slaughterhouse seems pretty reasonable.
Talent is a flame. Genius is a fire.
Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.
The fire which enlightens is the same fire which consumes.
I am tired, beloved, of chafing my heart against the want of you; of squeezing it into little ink drops, and posting it. And I scald alone, here, under the fire of the great moon.
What I’ve learned is that unless it’s an emergency, like a fire or brain surgery, hierarchy is not necessary and may be damaging. If you have a hierarchy, you’re repeating the strengths and weaknesses of one person without allowing for the accumulative strength of a group.