I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine . . . . War is hell.

I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine . . . . War is hell.

Nor ear can hear nor tongue can tell
The tortures of that inward hell!

Nor ear can hear nor tongue can tell
The tortures of that inward hell!

Hell is paved with good intentions.

Hell is paved with good intentions.

The vague and tenuous hope that God is too kind to punish the ungodly has become a deadly opiate for read more

The vague and tenuous hope that God is too kind to punish the ungodly has become a deadly opiate for the consciences of millions.

Hell is a place, a time, a consciousness, in which there is no love.

Hell is a place, a time, a consciousness, in which there is no love.

There is in hell a place stone-built throughout,
Called Malebolge, of an iron hue,
Like to the read more

There is in hell a place stone-built throughout,
Called Malebolge, of an iron hue,
Like to the wall that circles it about.

Each of us bears his own Hell

Each of us bears his own Hell

Hell is full of good meanings and wishings.

Hell is full of good meanings and wishings.

Hell is no other but a soundlesse pit,
Where no one beame of comfort peeps in it.

Hell is no other but a soundlesse pit,
Where no one beame of comfort peeps in it.