Demons do not exist any more than gods do, being only the products of the psychic activity of man

Demons do not exist any more than gods do, being only the products of the psychic activity of man

What is got over the devil's back is spent under his belly.

What is got over the devil's back is spent under his belly.

Where God has his church the Devil will have his chapel

Where God has his church the Devil will have his chapel

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.

The devil takes a hand in what is done in haste.

The devil takes a hand in what is done in haste.

It is Lucifer,
The son of mystery;
And since God suffers him to be,
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It is Lucifer,
The son of mystery;
And since God suffers him to be,
He, too, is God's minister,
And labors for some good
By us not understood.

Accursed be he who plays with the devil.
[Ger., Verflucht wer mit dem Teufel spielt.]

Accursed be he who plays with the devil.
[Ger., Verflucht wer mit dem Teufel spielt.]

His form had yet not lost
All his original brightness, not appear'd
Less than arch-angel ruined, and read more

His form had yet not lost
All his original brightness, not appear'd
Less than arch-angel ruined, and th' excess
Of glory obscured.

Incens'd with indignation Satan stood
Unterrified, and like a comet burn'd,
That fires the length of Ophiucus read more

Incens'd with indignation Satan stood
Unterrified, and like a comet burn'd,
That fires the length of Ophiucus huge
In th' artic sky, and from his horrid hair
Shakes pestilence and war.