Hell isn't merely paved with good intentions, it is walled and roofed with them

Maybe this world is another planet’s hell.

Maybe this world is another planet's hell.

Hell isn't merely paved with good intentions; it's walled and roofed with them. Yes, and furnished too.

A belief in hell and the knowledge that every ambition is doomed to frustration at the hands of a skeleton have never prevented the majority of human beings from behaving as though death were no more than an unfounded rumor.

What a gulf between impression and expression! That’s our ironic fate—to have Shakespearean feelings and (unless by some billion-to-one chance we happen to be Shakespeare) to talk about them like automobile salesmen or teen-agers or college professors. We practice alchemy in reverse—touch gold and it turns into lead; touch the pure lyrics of experience, and they turn into the verbal equivalents of tripe and hogwash.