We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell.

We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell

So with curious eyes and sick surmise
We watched him day by day,
And wondered if each one of us
Would end the self-same way,
For none can tell to what red Hell
His sightless soul may stray.

May the devil make a ladder of your backbone - While he is picking apples in the garden of Hell

When you're in hell, only a devil can point the way out.

In the world there are only two tragedies. One is not getting what one wants, and the other is getting it.