Hell is no other but a soundlesse pit,
Where no one beame of comfort peeps in it.

Hell is no other but a soundlesse pit,
Where no one beame of comfort peeps in it.

Sin makes its own hell, and goodness its own heaven.

Sin makes its own hell, and goodness its own heaven.

How can you be in hell while you are in my heart?

How can you be in hell while you are in my heart?

Nor ear can hear nor tongue can tell
The tortures of that inward hell!

Nor ear can hear nor tongue can tell
The tortures of that inward hell!

But he knoweth not that the dead are there; and that her guests
are in the depths of hell.

But he knoweth not that the dead are there; and that her guests
are in the depths of hell.

Weave the warp, and weave the woof,
The winding sheet of Edward's race;
Give ample room and read more

Weave the warp, and weave the woof,
The winding sheet of Edward's race;
Give ample room and verge enough
The characters of Hell to trace.

I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine . . . . War is hell.

I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine . . . . War is hell.

Hell is oneself; Hell is alone, the other figures in it merely projections. There is nothing to escape from and read more

Hell is oneself; Hell is alone, the other figures in it merely projections. There is nothing to escape from and nothing to escape to. One is always alone.

Go to Heaven for the climate, Hell for the company.

Go to Heaven for the climate, Hell for the company.