The gates of Hell are open night and day; smooth the descent, and easy is the way: but, to return, and view the cheerful skies; in this, the task and mighty labor lies.
Hell is empty and all the devils are here.
Hell is God's Absence.
In hell there is no retention.
I don't know, but I've been told, the streets of hell are paved with gold.
I'm doing this pilot called 'Demon.' Kevin Smith is directing it. It's a comedy drama. I play a guy who rises up from Hell.
There is a dreadful Hell, And everlasting pains; There sinners must with devils dwell In darkness, fire, and chains.
When a Lackey comes to hells doore, the devills locke the gates.
You heard of hell, well I was sent from it.
The fear of Hell is a very powerful motivation.
You see, I needed to go to Hell.
If you look at any religious description of hell, it is the same as human society, the way we dream. Hell is a place of suffering, a place of fear, a place of war and violence, a place of judgment and no justice, a place of punishment that never ends.
Hell is both sides of the tomb, and a devil may be respectable and wear good clothes.
Those who are not Christians go to a place of suffering and torment called hell.
He fashioned hell for the inquisitive.
O all you host of heaven! O earth! What else? And shall I couple Hell?
What is hell other than a realm in which unholiness works without restraint in body and soul?
Hell is the bloodcurdling mansion of time, in whose profoundest circle Satan himself waits, winding a gargantuan watch in his hand.
For Hell and the foul fiend that rules God's everlasting fiery jails (Devised by rogues, dreaded by fools), With his grim, grisly dog that keeps the door, Are senseless stories, idle tales, Dreams, whimseys, and no more.
Hell is an idea first born on an undigested apple dumpling.
Hell is no other but a soundlesse pit, Where no one beame of comfort peeps in it.
There is in hell a place stone-built throughout, Called Malebolge, of an iron hue, Like to the wall that circles it about.
The other side of the "sacred" is the sight of your beloved in the underworld, dripping with maggots.
The language and concepts contained herein are guaranteed not to cause eternal torment in the place where the guy with the horns and pointed stick conducts his business
Satan was a blunderer ... who made a stupendous failure. If he had succeeded, we should all have been worshipping him, and his portrait would have been more flattering.
