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

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

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.

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

Fire destroys that which feeds it.

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

At the start there’s always energy.