To poke a wood fire is more solid enjoyment than almost anything else in the world.
There may be a great fire in our soul, yet no one ever comes to warm himself at it, and the passers-by see only a wisp of smoke.
Love is like a friendship caught on fire. In the beginning a flame, very pretty, often hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. As love grows older, our hearts mature and our love becomes as coals, deep-burning and unquenchable.
Each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Your own property is concerned when your neighbor’s house is on fire.
A spark neglected makes a mighty fire.
Fire is the most tolerable third party.