The Candle is a thing upon which beams of the huge night converge.

A Candle is a little pet fire.

The Candle is that which, when lit, time melts away.

A Candle lives on its own substance and dies when it devours itself.

Fire is the most tolerable third party.

Fire is the original disinfectant.

Fire is the fruit of a winter’s day.

Fire is constantly turning on its axis to strike at the wind in one direction after another like someone beleaguered who tries to parry blows coming at him at once from all sides.