“If you but knew the flames that burn in me which I attempt to beat down with my reason.”

“It was more than that, he said, looking down briefly at her. Love fades when you die. I am clearly dead, but my love for her hasn't diminished. It still burns inside me like a flicker in a flame.”

“For Reason, ruling alone, is a force confining; and Passion, unattended,is a flame that burns to its own destruction.”

“Does that mean you agree?"He groaned. "I think it means you crushed my spirit and beat me down.""Fantastic.”

“the only unfailing guide I’ve ever found through the innumerable blind alleys of my life as a writer, man, husband, father, citizen, steward, or believer, is the love burning in my heart. for me, prayer is about one thing: making contact with that love. though it burns in there like a candle flame, hot, bright, beautiful, love’s flame is so fragile… keeping one’s love burning, and living in accord with that burning: this, to me, is prayer.”

“brave love, dreamnot of staunching such strict flame, but come,lean to my wound; burn on, burn on.”