Husbands are like fires - they go out when they're left unattended.

Fires can't be made with dead embers nor can enthusiasm be stirred by spiritless men. Enthusiasm in our daily work lightens effort and turns even labor into pleasant tasks.

It is common knowledge that smoking is considered one of the nation's leading causes of preventable death but it's less widely known that cigarettes are also the leading cause of fatal fires.

The surest route to breeding jealousy is to compare. Since jealousy comes from feeling less than another comparisons only fan the fires.

Don't you stay at home of evenings? Don't you love a cushioned seat in a corner by the fireside with your slippers on your feet?

Happy happy Christmas that can win us back to the delusions of our childhood days recall to the old man the pleasures of his youth and transport the traveler back to his own fireside and quiet home!

Happiness grows at our own firesides and is not to be picked in strangers' gardens.

Absence diminishes mediocre passions and increases great ones as the wind extinguishes candles and fans fires.

The friendship we share grows amidst the craggy rock pond reeds of water spray fireflies scented with bonfires.

It does not take a majority to prevail... but rather an irate tireless minority keen on setting brushfires of freedom in the minds of men.

What people fear most about tragedy is its randomness - a taxi cab jumps the curb and hits a pedestrian a gun misfires and kills a bystander. Better to have some rational cause and effect between incident and injury. And if cause and effect aren't possible better that there at least be some reward for all the suffering.

I think violence cynicism brutality and fashion are the staples of our diet. I think in the grand history of story-telling going back to people sitting around fires the dark side of human nature has always been very important. Movies are part of that tradition.