I think hell's a real place where real people spend a real eternity.
I believe that I am in hell, therefore I am there.
Maybe this world is another planet's hell.
Well, to the people who pray for me to not only have an agonising death, but then be reborn to have an agonising and horrible eternal life of torture, I say, 'Well, good on you. See you there.'
And much of Madness, and more of Sin, And Horror the soul of the plot.
This that is tormented and very tired, tortured with restraints like a madman, this heart.
The infernal storm, eternal in its rage, sweeps and drives the spirits with its blast; it whirls them, lashing them with punishment. When they are swept back past their place of judgment then come the shrieks, laments, and anguished cries; there they blaspheme God's almighty power.
I cannot help thinking that the menace of Hell makes as many devils as the severe penal codes of inhuman humanity make villains.
There are evils worse than death.
He is haunted by a demon, a demon against which he feels powerless, because in its first manifestation it has no face, no name, nothing; and the words, the poem he makes, are a kind of exorcism of this demon.
One of the consolations of having orthodox, fundamental religion is that it provides a hot Hell for the Texas Legislature.
I felt for the tormented whirlwinds Damned for their carnal sins Committed when they let their passions rule their reason.
My mother once told me she thought hell would be nothing more than being given a glimpse of God--then having it taken away, forever.
One phrase summarizes the horror of hell. "God isn't there."
I think that hell essentially is separation from God forever. And that is the worst hell that I can think of. But I think people have a hard time believing God is going to allow people to burn in literal fire forever. I think the fire that is mentioned in the Bible is a burning thirst for God that can never be quenched.
I am better able to imagine hell than heaven; it is my inheritance, I suppose.
The only instance of praying to saints, mentioned in the Bible, is that of the rich man in torment calling upon Abraham; and let it be remembered, that it was practised only by a lost soul and without success.
Purgatory fire will be more intolerable than all the torments that can be felt or conceived in this life.
I do suspect that this world is hell.
I wondered if I might not be in the grip of demons, if they were not making me suffer for their own purposes, or simply for their enjoyment.
The mind is the result of the torments the flesh undergoes or inflicts upon itself.
All my Calvaries were rosy crucifixions, pseudo-tragedies to keep the fires of hell burning brightly for the real sinners who are in danger of being forgotten.
Hell is other people's fantasies.
The devil has put a penalty on all things we enjoy in life. Either we suffer in health or we suffer in soul or we get fat.
Anger and hatred are the materials from which hell is made.
