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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.
We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell
We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell
We spirits have just such natures
We had for all the world, when human creatures;
And, therefore, read more
We spirits have just such natures
We had for all the world, when human creatures;
And, therefore, I, that was an actress here,
Play all my tricks in hell, a goblin there.
There is in hell a place stone-built throughout,
Called Malebolge, of an iron hue,
Like to the read more
There is in hell a place stone-built throughout,
Called Malebolge, of an iron hue,
Like to the wall that circles it about.
Coffee should be black as Hell, strong as death, and sweet as love.
Coffee should be black as Hell, strong as death, and sweet as love.
The heart of man is the place the devil dwells in; I feel
sometimes a hell dwells within myself.
The heart of man is the place the devil dwells in; I feel
sometimes a hell dwells within myself.
Maybe this world is another planet's hell.
Maybe this world is another planet's hell.