The doors of Hell are never bolted or barred, to those who belong there.

If you are going through hell, keep going.

But time in only another liar, so go along the wall a little further: if blackberries prove bitter there’ll be mushrooms, fairy-ring mushrooms in the grass, sweetest of all fungi.

He liked to make his hearers jump, now and then, and he said that our gravel pit was much the same sort of place as Gehenna. My elders thought this far-fetched, but I saw no...

Hell didn’t make me a monster. It just confirmed all my worst fears about myself.

When the great ship containing the hopes and aspirations of the world, when the great ship freighted with mankind goes down in the night of death, chaos and disaster, I am willing to go down...

You’d best teach me how to raise hell because we’re going to need it.