“When reason fails, the devil helps!”

The mystery of human existence lies not in just staying alive, but in finding something to live for.

Man is sometimes extraordinarily, passionately, in love with suffering.

What is hell? I maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love.

Nothing is easier than to denounce the evildoer; nothing is more difficult than to understand him.

Nothing in this world is harder than speaking the truth, nothing easier than flattery.

I say let the world go to hell, but I should always have my tea.

People speak sometimes about the “bestial” cruelty of man, but that is terribly unjust and offensive to beasts, no animal could ever be so cruel as a man, so artfully, so artistically cruel.

I think the devil doesn’t exist, but man has created him, he has created him in his own image and likeness.

The degree of civilization in a society can be judged by entering its prisons.

You can be sincere and still be stupid.

Besides, nowadays, almost all capable people are terribly afraid of being ridiculous, and are miserable because of it.

We sometimes encounter people, even perfect strangers, who begin to interest us at first sight, somehow suddenly, all at once, before a word has been spoken.

A beast can never be as cruel as a human being, so artistically, so picturesquely cruel.

I love mankind, he said, “but I find to my amazement that the more I love mankind as a whole, the less I love man in particular.

Love in action is a harsh and dreadful thing compared with love in dreams.

You will burn and you will burn out; you will be healed and come back again.

When the devil is called god of this world, it is not because he made it, but because we serve him with our worldiness.

On my worst days, I give the devil hell. On my best day, I hold a light for God to dwell.

Blue devils sing haunting melodies that echo within the chambers of my heart-this is how heartbreak lingers.

You can’t call any one person the devil. Because no one person has the power to be the devil.

The awful thing is that beauty is mysterious as well as terrible. God and the devil are fighting there and the battlefield is the heart of man.

I believe in God and the Devil, but they don’t have to have pitchforks and a long white beard.

Speak of the Devil and he shall appear.

I think the devil doesn’t exist, but man has created him, he has created him in his own image and likeness.