Accursed be he who plays with the devil.
[Ger., Verflucht wer mit dem Teufel spielt.]

Accursed be he who plays with the devil.
[Ger., Verflucht wer mit dem Teufel spielt.]

What is got over the devil's back is spent under his belly.

What is got over the devil's back is spent under his belly.

And bid the devil take the hin'most.

And bid the devil take the hin'most.

If you get down and quarell everyday, you're saying prayers to the devil, I say.

If you get down and quarell everyday, you're saying prayers to the devil, I say.

From his brimstone bed, at break of day,
A-walking the Devil is gone,
To look at his read more

From his brimstone bed, at break of day,
A-walking the Devil is gone,
To look at his little snug farm of the world,
And see how his stock went on.

It is wonderful how much time good people spend fighting the devil. If they would only expend the same amount read more

It is wonderful how much time good people spend fighting the devil. If they would only expend the same amount of energy loving their fellow men, the devil would die in his own tracks of ennui.

Demons do not exist any more than gods do, being only the products of the psychic activity of man

Demons do not exist any more than gods do, being only the products of the psychic activity of man

Therefore it behooveth hire a full long spoon
That shal ete with a feend.

Therefore it behooveth hire a full long spoon
That shal ete with a feend.

The lunatic, the lover, and the poet
Are of imagination all compact.
One sees more devils than read more

The lunatic, the lover, and the poet
Are of imagination all compact.
One sees more devils than vast hell can hold;
That is the madman. The lover, all as frantic,
Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt.
The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,
Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven;
And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.