I want to shine like a little candle before His altar

It’s better to light a candle than to curse the dark
In the eyes of the youth, there are question marks.

It is a poor sport that is not worth a candle.

Nirvana is not the blowing out of the candle. It is the extinguishing of the flame because day is come.

Moths, and all sorts of ugly creatures, hover about a lighted candle. Can the candle help it?

There is no alternative way, so far discovered, of improving the lot of the ordinary people that can hold a candle to the productive activities that are unleashed by a free enterprise system.

People always say I shouldn’t be burning the candle at both ends. Maybe they haven’t got a big enough candle.

Now I see that I will never find the light unless, like the candle, I am my own fuel, consuming myself.

For in and out, above, about, below, ‘Tis nothing but a Magic Shadow-show, Play’d in a Box whose Candle is the Sun, Round which we Phantom Figures come and go.

One begins to realize that one is getting old when the birthday candles weigh more than the cake.

Look at how a single candle can both defy and define the darkness.

Instead of cursing the darkness, light a candle.

I wanted to buy a candle holder, but the store didn’t have one. So I got a cake.

I wish I were a candle in the darkness.