We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell.
I want all hellions to quit puffing that hell fume in God’s clean air.
This was hell then; it wasn’t anything to worry about: it was just his own familiar room.
I will survive: if the hell rejects me, there is always the paradise.
When you make a deal with the Devil, it can be Hell.
The special quality of hell is to see everything clearly down to the last detail.
Dear God, I must be dead and in hell since you’re here.