How could you not want to draw breath one more day? How could your own life be such a cheap commodity? But then I started to understand: when your existence is hell, death must be heaven.
Life is parallel to Hell but I must maintain and be prosperous, though we live dangerous.
I am better able to imagine hell than heaven; it is my inheritance, I suppose.
I live in my deepest hell and from there I cannot fall any further.
In the morning was again distressed as soon as I waked, hearing much talk about the world and the things of it. I perceived the men were in some measure afraid of me; and I discoursed something about sanctifying the sabbath, if possible to solemnize their minds: but when they were at a little distance, they again talked freely about secular affairs. Oh, I thought what a hell it would be, to live with such men to eternity!
That's what 'Hell On Earth' was about: we felt that we were living in hell.
It's a dangerous thing to be married right up to the hilt, like my daughter's husband. The man is at home all day, like a damned soul in hell.
God's graciousness is not totally removed from any individual during this lifetime. In hell, it is.
Hell is being trapped in a night-club with the'beautiful people'and forced to live in a'luxury penthouse flat'.
Nothing could add to the horror of hell, except the presence of its creator, God. While I have life, as long as I draw breath, I shall deny with all my strength, and hate with every drop of my blood, this infinite lie.
It may be from some moral obliquity in myself, or from some strange disease; but for me, and I should think too for every human being in whose breast a human heart is beating, to know that one single creature is in that dreadful place would make a hell of heaven itself. And they have hearts in heaven, for they love there.
