The road to Hell is paved with good intentions.
Hell is empty and all the devils are here.
Is discipline (both mental and physical) in place of coddling truly child abuse? I don't know, but it sure as hell is effective.
The safest road to hell is the gradual one - the gentle slope, soft underfoot, without sudden turnings, without milestones, without signposts.
I live in the Managerial Age, in a world of "Admin." The greatest evil is not now done in those sordid "dens of crime" that Dickens loved to paint. It is not done even in concentration camps and labour camps. In those we see its final result. But it is conceived and ordered (moved, seconded, carried, and minuted) in clean, carpeted, warmed, and well-lighted offices, by quiet men with white collars and cut fingernails and smooth-shaven cheeks who do not need to raise their voice. Hence, naturally enough, my symbol for Hell is something like the bureaucracy of a police state or the offices of a thoroughly nasty business concern.
Hell is paved with priests' skulls.
Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscribed in one self place; for where we are is Hell, and where Hell is, there must we ever be.
Hell is a half-filled auditorium.
The religion of Hell is patriotism.
This quotation is often incorrectly given as “Patriotism is the religion of Hell.”
What a man has made himself he will be; his state is the result of his past life, and his heaven or hell is in himself.
Well, what the hell is the Presidency for?
At this stage of the game, I am not sure what the hell is going to happen.
What the hell is going on? I thought we were winning the war.
What the hell is a Republican? What the hell is a Democrat? I don't care. I've always urged people to make sure you vote for the right guy.
Hell is an outrage on humanity. When you tell me that your deity made you in his image, I reply that he must have been very ugly.
I ain't what I used to be, but who the hell is?
I hate thinking about it, teaching about it, and writing about it. But the plain truth is that hell is real and real people go there for eternity.
I grew up listening to Ravel, Debussy, Bartok and jazz like Charlie Parker, Dizzy Gillespie, Cannonball Adderley, Charlie Christian and Django Reinhart. It was incredibly inspiring! And I was given a guitar and I said 'What the hell is this?!'
I'm hugely affected by what people think. It could be a million people saying, 'Great.' And then one person writes, 'What the hell is this kid doing?' and starts slagging me off, for some reason, and then I have to join in the blog and sign in under a different name and go,'Why don't you like him?'
Hell is paved with great granite blocks hewn from the hearts of those who said, I can do no other.
It looks to me like we’re getting into another Korea …. What the hell is Vietnam worth to me? What is it worth to this country?
My idea of hell is to sit with a pair of curling tongs or have my hair blow-dried: I fidget like a 12-year-old boy.
People often say, 'You don't go to fashion shows? What kind of photographer are you? What the hell is the wrong with you, man?' But that's what I need in order to be who I am.
Hell is full of good meanings and wishings.
The way to hell is capitalism, neo liberalism and globalization.