Henri Barbusse Quotes

I don't believe in hell. I believe in unemployment, but not hell.

Those who are not Christians go to a place of suffering and torment called hell.

There is no hell, there's only France

Hell is an idea first born on an undigested apple dumpling.

This temporal fire is but a painted fire in respect of that penetrating and real fire in hell.

Some might say they don't believe in heaven Go and tell it to the man who lives in hell.

Where does your soul go, when you die in Hell?

I don't know if paradise or hell exist, but I'm sure hell is more groovy.

I actually think there is hell because we see hell every day.

The wrath of God burns against them, their damnation does not slumber; the pit is prepared, the fire is made ready, the furnace is now hot, ready to receive them; the flames do now rage and glow.

If I was bound for hell, let it be hell. No more false heaven. No more damned magic.

I don't know, but I've been told, the streets of hell are paved with gold.

HELL: A place where the police are German, the motorists French and the cooks English.

I guess that's why they call it Hell.

Oh, I was not made for heaven. No, I don't want to go to heaven. Hell is much better. Think of all the interesting people you're going to meet down there!

You see, I needed to go to Hell.

What is hell?...The suffering that comes from the consciousness that one is no longer able to love.

And when he had put his hand on mine with a cheerful look, wherefrom I took courage, he brought me within to the secret things. Here sighs, laments, and deep wailings were resounding through the starless air; wherefore at first I wept thereat. Strange tongues, horrible utterances, words of woe, accents of anger, voices high and faint, and sounds of hands with them, were making a tumult which whirls always in that air forever dark, like the sand when the whirlwind breathes.

Almost every natural man that hears of hell, flatters himself that he shall escape it.

Their bodies will be raised from the dead as vessels for the soul-vessels of wrath. The soul will breathe hell-fire, and smoke and coal will seem to hang upon its burning lips, yea the face, eyes, and ears will seem to be chimneys and vents for the flame, and the smoke of the burning , which God, by His breath, hath kindled therein, and upon, them, which will be held one in another, to the great torment and distress of each other.

Hell must be a pretty swell spot, because the guys that invented religion have sure been trying hard to keep everybody else out.

Through me you go into a city of weeping; through me you go into eternal pain; through me you go amongst the lost people

We probably in hell already, our dumb asses not knowing.

Hell ain't half full.