"Yet with just a handful of sticks one can sometimes start quite a fire. It has already so happened on this earth more than once. But where is the handful of sticks? Where are those few who are willing to burn, and to be burnt up, in order that there may be light in this night, and warmth in this coldness? Where is the fuel which at last has made itself dry and hard, fuel which the flame ever loveth, ever longeth to lick with its love, and to make one with itself? Where is the handful of sticks?"