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.

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

What is life but organized energy?

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

I imagine that one of the first forms of behavior, like one of the first signals, may be reduced to this: “Keep me warm.”

Is it a fact—or have I dreamed it—that, by means of electricity, the world of matter has become a great nerve, vibrating thousands of miles in a breathless point of time?

It is not too much to expect that our children will enjoy in their homes electrical energy too cheap to meter.

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

The brightest light burns the quickest.

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

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

I care. I care about it all. It takes too much energy not to care.

To burn always with this hard, gemlike flame, to maintain this ecstasy, is success in life.