Gilbert K. Chesterton Quotes

The Devil, of course, must have been or must be a very charming person.

I love Tim Curry as the Devil in 'Legend;' the prosthetics that are on him are so over the top sensually evil, and Tim takes full advantage, is just oozing with the role. The makeup and prosthetics, and his character are seamless.

We are the living devils.

The small Satan left and the great Satan came.

You're meant to be playing the distillation of evil, which can be anything.

I was really scared of the devil growing up: I was convinced I was going to be possessed.

The Devil is a spiritual lunatic, but, like many lunatics, he is extremely plausible and cunning.

They were devils incarnate.

Sometimes The Devil is a gentleman.

Has there ever been anything filthier on earth than the saints in the wilderness? Around them was not only the devil loose around them- but also the swine.

The Devil can so completely assume the human form, when he wants to deceive us, that we may well lie with what seems to be a woman, of real flesh and blood, and yet all the while 'tis only the Devil in the shape of a woman. 'Tis the same with women, who may think that a man is in bed with them, yet 'tis only the Devil; and...the result of this connection is oftentimes an imp of darkness, half mortal, half devil.

conceit is the devil's horse, and reformers generally ride it when they are in a hurry.

Oh Satan you're a wily one.

No man means evil but the devil, and we shall know him by his horns.

The meanest thing in the world is the devil.

The devil made you a slave. Your waitin' for the devil to come from the ground. Take a look around. Just look at the cross that the priest is holdin'. A beast, in sheep's clothin'. You are the prince of darkness. Hell born, demonic.

"You're a perfect devil, Lestat!" he was saying. "That's what you are! You are the devil himself!"

The Devil is an Ass , I do acknowledge it.

Do not confuse motion and progress. A rocking horse keeps moving but does not make any progress.

The more horses you yoke the quicker everything will go - not the rending of the block from its foundation, which is impossible, but the snapping of the traces and with that the gay and empty journey.

We're told cars cause pollution. A hundred years ago city streets were ankle deep in horse excrement. What kind of pollution do you want? Would you rather die of cancer at eighty or typhoid fever at nine?

But who knows what good might come from the least of us? From the bones of old horses is made the most beautiful Prussian Blue.

For most men, it appears to me, are in a strange uncertainty about it (life), whether it is of the devil or of God, and have somewhat hastily concluded that it is the chief end of man here to 'glorify God and enjoy him forever.'

It used to be said, not so long ago, that every suicide gave Satan special pleasure. I don't think that's true-unless it isn't true either that the Devil is a gentleman. If the Devil has no class at all, then okay, I agree: He gets a bang out of suicide. Because suicide is a mess. As a subject for study, suicide is perhaps uniquely incoherent. And the act itself is without shape and without form. The human project implodes, contorts inward-shameful, infantile, writhing, gesturing. It's a mess in there.

It occurs to me it is not so much the aim of the devil to lure me with evil as it is to preoccupy me with the meaningless.