Where God has put a period, the devil puts a question mark, casting doubt.
Through pride the devil became the devil. Pride leads to every vice, it's the complete anti-God state of mind.
He says NO! In thunder; but the Devil himself cannot make him say yes.
The very first radical known to man who rebelled against the establishment and did it so effectively that he at least won his own kingdom -- Lucifer.
Jared told her he used to be an exotic dancer in San Francisco. ' 'My body is a gift from God,' Jared said gravely. 'Except for my hips, which are clearly a gift from the devil.
Everything had come into sharp focus : his smooth words, his black, glinting eyes, his broad experience with lies, seduction, women. I'd fallen in love with the devil.
What if you went to Hell, and it was exactly what you thought it would be: just a cave with fire? And the devil really was this idiot in a red leotard with a pitchfork?
Let us never yield to pessimism, to that bitterness that the devil offers us every day.
you can go to the Devil and not at your leisure. You can go now, for all I care. ' 'My pet, I've been to the Devil and he's a very dull fellow. I won't go there again, not even for you.
Devil and God – two sides of the same face.
The [concentration camps] were swarming with photographers and every new picture of horror served only to diminish the total effect. Now, for a short day, everyone will see what happened to those poor devils in those camps; tomorrow, very few will care what happens to them in the future.
This year, notoriety got confused with fame, and the devil is down hearted because there is nothing left for him to claim.
Gossip is the foul smell from the Devil's backside.
If you don't set the tone for the day, the devil will set it for you.
There is no intolerance in the world so great as the intolerance of tolerance, and no bigotry so excessive as the bigotry of the image breaker. To praise the devil is second nature. To praise God is an education.
Some devil with a pitchfork keep talkin' like he know me. I stood before an angel as he told me bout the glory.
The upshot of her tirade was that I was the devil's spawn and should be locked up in a tower before I unleashed hordes of the living dead to slaughter them all in their sleep. Well, maybe that's an exaggeration, but not by much.
The devil resists serious, focused prayer because he's defeated by it. And so the devil will try to attack our concentration in prayer; he will try to confuse or contradict the content of our prayers; he will do his best to distract andor divert us in prayer so that we're crippled by inconsistency.
I will not say it is not Christian to make beads of others faults, and tell them over every day; I say it is infernal. If you want to know how the Devil feels, you do know, if you are such an one.
You go up to the devil and ask if he knows he's a sinner and he'll say, "Well, yes I am! And a mighty fine one at that!"