Play with fire — not volcanoes.
Stationary relationary; the lithosphere is here and there.
Even the volcanologist bows to Vulcan.
Dance in the caldera; surf on the pyroclastic flow.
Make a home in fire; farm a volcano.
What destroys saves.
Love is volcanic, the heart seismonic.
Wise men visit mountains; fools camp on volcanoes.
The volcanologist speaks; no one listens.
Jealousy is composed of magma, envy of volatiles.
Two things are molten: the earth, its angry paragons.
Breathe ash, eat fire, drink lava.