Telling an introvert to go to a party is like telling a saint to go to Hell.

In hell they will bore you, in heaven you will bore them.

In hell, all the messages you ever left on answering machines will be played back to you.

God so loved the world that He made up his mind to damn a large majority of the human race.

Dear God, I understand that if I fail to believe in you, I'll burn in hell for eternity. Thanks for being such a good sport about it.

There is probably no hell for authors in the next world. They suffer so much from critics and publishers in this.

To work hard, to live hard, to die hard, and then go to hell after all would be too damn hard.

Somewhere, and I can't find where, I read about an Eskimo hunter who asked the local missionary priest, 'If I did not know about God and sin, would I go to hell?' 'No,' said the priest, 'not if you did not know.' 'Then why,' asked the Eskimo earnestly, 'did you tell me?'

We are all deep in a hell each moment of which is a miracle.

Hell is other people.

The Lord casts no one down in Hell, but the spirit casts himself hither.

Which way I fly is hell; myself am hell; And in the lowest deep a lower deep Still threatening to devour me opens wide, To which the hell I suffer seems a heaven.

Hell is the bloodcurdling mansion of time, in whose profoundest circle Satan himself waits, winding a gargantuan watch in his hand.

What is hell? Hell is oneself, Hell is alone, the other figures in it Merely projections.

Believing in Hell must distort every judgement on this life.

Hell, madame, is to love no longer.

For when will we civilized beings become really serious? said Kierkegaard. Only when we have known hell through and through. Without this, hedonism and frivolity will diffuse hell through all our days.

I have seen a place-its name is Eternal Hatred It is built in the deepest abyss of the stones of mortal sin. Pride was the first stone-this was seen in Lucifer.

What if this were Hell, this absence of sleep, this poet's desert, this pain of living, this dying of not dying, this anguish of shadows, this passion over death and light.

Hell has three gates: lust, anger, and greed.