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

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

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

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.

The brightest light burns the quickest.

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

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

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?