It is the greatest art of the devil to convince us he does not exist.

The Devil pulls the strings which make us dance;
We find delight in the most loathsome things;
Some furtherance of Hell each new day brings,
And yet we feel no horror in that rank advance.

Evil is committed without effort, naturally, fatally; goodness is always the product of some art.

The beautiful is always bizarre.

La plus belle des ruses du diable est de vous persuader qu'il n'existe pas."

("The devil's finest trick is to persuade you that he does not exist.")

Evil is done without effort, naturally, it is the working of fate; good is always the product of an art