No, no! The devil is an egotist,
And is not apt, without why or wherefore,
"For God's read more

No, no! The devil is an egotist,
And is not apt, without why or wherefore,
"For God's sake," others to assist.
[Ger., Nein, nein! Der Teufel ist ein Egoist
Und thut nicht leicht um Gottes Willen,
Was einem Andern nutzlich ist.]

Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil, as a
roaring lion, walketh about, seeking whom he may read more

Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil, as a
roaring lion, walketh about, seeking whom he may devour.

"I think if the devil doesn't exist, then man has created him.
He has created him in his own read more

"I think if the devil doesn't exist, then man has created him.
He has created him in his own image and likeness." "Just as man
created God, then?" observed Alyosha.

Submit yourselves therefore to God. Resist the devil, and he
will flee from you.

Submit yourselves therefore to God. Resist the devil, and he
will flee from you.

Whenever science makes a discovery, the devil grabs it while the angels are debating the best way to use it.

Whenever science makes a discovery, the devil grabs it while the angels are debating the best way to use it.

If you get down and quarell everyday, you're saying prayers to the devil, I say.

If you get down and quarell everyday, you're saying prayers to the devil, I say.

Marry, he must have a long spoon that must eat with the devil.

Marry, he must have a long spoon that must eat with the devil.

Somehow our devils are never quite what we expect when we meet them face to face.

Somehow our devils are never quite what we expect when we meet them face to face.

The lunatic, the lover, and the poet
Are of imagination all compact.
One sees more devils than read more

The lunatic, the lover, and the poet
Are of imagination all compact.
One sees more devils than vast hell can hold;
That is the madman. The lover, all as frantic,
Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt.
The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,
Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven;
And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.