What is life but organized energy?

If there is a word in the dictionary under any letter from A to Z that I abominate, it is energy.

The brightest light burns the quickest.

Oil dependency is not just an economic attachment but appears as a kind of cognitive compulsion.

Fire is a natural symbol of life and passion, though it is the one element in which nothing can actually live.

Jazz is the result of the energy stored up in America.

Fire destroys that which feeds it.

At the start there’s always energy.

Will and energy sometimes prove greater than either genius or talent or temperament.

Energy is the power that drives every human being. It is not lost by exertion but maintained by it, for it is a faculty of the psyche.

If I had been born a man, I would have conquered Europe. As I was born a woman, I exhausted my energy in tirades against fate and in eccentricities.

The transition from tenseness, self-responsibility, and worry to equanimity, receptivity, and peace is the most wonderful of all those shiftings of inner equilibrium, those changes of personal center of energy.

A first-class man subsists on the matter he destroys.