A zealous man feels that like a lamp he is made to burn; and if consumed in burning, he has but done the work for which God appointed him. Such a one will always find a sphere for his zeal. If he cannot preach and work and give money, he will cry and sigh and pray.

In the fairy tale, an incomprehensible happiness rests upon an incomprehensible condition. A box is opened and all evils fly out. A word is forgotten and cities perish. A lamp is lit and love flies away. An apple is eaten and the hope of God is gone.

Journalism is to politician as dog is to lamp-post.

It seems that the problem with government as an institution is uniformly bad, worldwide. It may be the ONLY thing that binds all nations together – the incompetence of all of their governments… The unions are the mafia, which is the CIA, which is the Catholic Church, which is the government, which is what’s the difference? It’s corrupt! It’s the same guys pulling these strings, you know? One day he pulls the string and this lamp comes out, the next say he pulls the string and there’s a missile coming out

Pythias once, scoffing at Demosthenes, said that his arguments smelt of the lamp.

If we want a love message to be heard, it has got to be sent out. To keep a lamp burning, we have to keep putting oil in it.