When all the world dissolves, / And every creature shall be purified, / All place shall be hell that is not heaven.

Ugly hell, gape not! come not, Lucifer! / I'll burn my books!

Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscribed
In one self place, for where we are is hell,
And where hell is must we ever be.

Hell is just a frame of mind.

Fools that will laugh on earth, most weep in hell.

Mephistopheles: Why, this is hell, nor am I out of it.
Think'st thou that I, who saw the face of God
And tasted the eternal joys of heaven,
Am not tormented with ten thousand hells
In being deprived of everlasting bliss?