You may remember that on earth—though of course we never confessed it—the death of anyone we knew, even those we liked best, was always mingled with a certain satisfaction at being finally done with them.

Heaven is the most angelically dull place in all creation

Nobody could stand an eternity of Heaven.

Death is for many of us the gate of hell; but we are inside on the way out, not outside on the way in.

Written over the gate here are the words 'Leave every hope behind, ye who enter.' Only think what a relief that is! For what is hope? A form of moral responsibility. Here there is no hope, and consequently no duty, no work, nothing to be gained by praying, nothing to be lost by doing what you like. Hell, in short is a place where you have nothing to do but amuse yourself.

All who joy would win
Must share it -- Happiness was born a twin.