[i]t's Not Just The Books Under Fire Now That Worry Me. It Is The Books That Will Never Be Written. The Books That Will Never Be Read. And All Due To The Fear Of Censorship. As Always, Young Readers Will Be The Real Losers.
The Press Really Is Not Doing Its Job Of Holding Their [the Candidates'] Feet To The Fire. ... The Tough Questions Are Not What Are You In Favor Of, But How Are You Going To Get It Through Congress?
We All Fear Loneliness, Madness, Dying. Shakespeare And Walt Whitman, Leopardi And Hart Crane Will Not Cure Those Fears. And Yet These Poets Bring Us Fire And Light.
I Wanted To See Something In Full Daylight; I Was Sated With The Pleasure And Comfort Of The Half Light; I Had The Same Desire For The Daylight As For Water And Air. And If Seeing Was Fire, I Required The Plenitude Of Fire, And If Seeing Would Infect Me With Madness, I Madly Wanted That Madness.
The Quality Of A Leader Is Reflected In The Standards They Set For Themselves." Ray Kroc "if Some Of Today's Leaders Don't Relearn The Value Of A Smile, They'll Be Unable To Fire Up Others' Ability To Find Real Enjoyment In Their Work.
Bring Me My Bow Of Burning Gold: Bring Me My Arrows Of Desire: Bring Me My Spear: O Clouds, Unfold! Bring Me My Chariot Of Fire.
The Look Of Love Alarms Because 'tis Filled With Fire; But The Look Of Soft Deceit Shall Win The Lover's Hire.
But If At Church They Would Give Some Ale. And A Pleasant Fire Our Souls To Regale. We'd Sing And We'd Pray All The Live Long Day, Nor Ever Once From The Church To Stray.
When The Sun Rises, Do You Not See A Round Disc Of Fire Somewhat Like A Guinea? O No, No, I See An Innumerable Company Of The Heavenly Host Crying Holy, Holy, Holy Is The Lord God Almighty.
As I Was Walking Among The Fires Of Hell, Delighted With The Enjoyments Of Genius; Which To Angels Look Like Torment And Insanity, I Collected Some Of Their Proverbs.
There Were Times When I Thought I Got A Bit More Punishment Than Was Coming To Me, But I Don't Regret A Minute Of It Now. Each Of Us Must Be Tempered In Some Fire. Nobody Had More To Do With Choosing The Fire That Tempered Me Than Myself, And Instead Of Finding Fault With The Fire I Give Thanks That I Had The Metal To Take The Temper And Hold It.
