What Feeds Me Destroys Me.

Fools That Will Laugh On Earth, Most Weep In Hell.

Religion! O Diabole! Fie, I Am Asham'd, However That I Seem, To Think A Word Of Such Simple Sound, Of Such Great Matter Should Be Made The Ground.

You Must Be Proud, Bold, Pleasant, Resolute, And Now And Then Stab, As Occasion Serves.

The Griefs Of Private Men Are Soon Allayed, But Not Of Kings.

Why This Is Hell, Nor Am I Out Of It: Thinkst Thou That I Who Saw The Face Of God, And Tasted The Eternal Joys Of Heaven, Am Not Tormented With Ten Thousand Hells In Being Deprived Of Everlasting Bliss! . . . When All The World Dissolves, And Every Creature Shall Be Purified, All Places Shall Be Hell That Are Not Heaven.