Quotations About / On: FIRE
The world perishes not from bandits and fires, but from hatred, hostility, and all these petty squabbles.
(Anton Pavlovich Chekhov (1860-1904), Russian author, playwright. Elena Andreevna in Uncle Vanya, act 1.)
In dinner talk it is perhaps allowable to fling any faggot rather than let the fire go out.
(J.M. (James Matthew) Barrie (1860-1937), British playwright. Tommy and Grizel, ch. 3 (1900).)
It is hard to hate what one has loved, and a half-extinguished fire is soon relit.
(Pierre Corneille (1606-1684), French playwright. Sertorius, in Sertorius, act 1, sc. 3 (1662).)
I will follow the good side as far as the fire, but exclusively, if I can.
(Michel de Montaigne (1533-1592), French essayist. "Of the Useful and the Honorable," The Essays (Les Essais), bk. III, ch. 1, Abel Langelier, Paris (1588).)
My passions have never jumped out of the fireplace and set fire to the carpet.
(Mason Cooley (b. 1927), U.S. aphorist. City Aphorisms, Fourteenth Selection, New York (1994).)
Whenever our neighbour's house is on fire, it cannot be amiss for the engines to play a little on our own.
(Edmund Burke (1729-1797), Irish philosopher, statesman. Reflections on the Revolution in France (1790), repr. In Works, vol. 3 (1865).)
The most stringent protection of free speech would not protect a man in falsely shouting fire in a theater and causing a panic.
(Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr. (1841-1935), U.S. jurist. Supreme Court opinion. Schenk v. United States, Baer v. United States, 249 U.S. 52 (1919).)
When soldiers have been baptized in the fire of a battle- field, they have all one rank in my eyes.
(Napoleon Bonaparte (1769-1821), French general, emperor. Quoted in Ralph Waldo Emerson, Representative Men, "Napoleon," (1850).)
One may speak about anything on earth with fire, with enthusiasm, with ecstasy, but one only speaks about oneself with avidity.
(Ivan Sergeevich Turgenev (1818-1883), Russian author. Aleksei Petrovich, "A Correspondence," letter, May 2, 1840 (1856).)
The embers glowing in his bosom could set the world on fire, but they cannot warm the heart of a single human being.
(Franz Grillparzer (1791-1872), Austrian author. Notebooks and Diaries (1808-1810).)