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?

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

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

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

There’s plenty of fire in the coldest flint!

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

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.

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

Where it is a duty to worship the sun, it is pretty sure to be a crime to examine the laws of heat.

The brightest light burns the quickest.

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.

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

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