Sarcasm I now see to be, in general, the language of the devil; for which reason I have long since as good as renounced it.
Sarcasm I now see to be, in general, the language of the devil; for which reason I have long since as good as renounced it.
I grow daily to honour facts more and more, and theory less and less. A fact, it seems to me, is a great thing; a sentence printed, if not by God, then at least by the Devil.
Not on morality, but on cookery, let us build our stronghold there brandishing our frying-pan, as censer, let us offer sweet incense to the Devil, and live at ease on the fat things he has provided for his elect.
To me the Universe was all void of Life, of Purpose, of Volition, even of Hostility it was one huge, dead, immeasurable Steam-engine, rolling on, in its dead indifference, to grind me limb from limb. Oh vast gloomy, solitary Golgotha, and Mill of Death Why was the living banished thither companionless, conscious Why, if there is no Devil nay, unless the Devil is your God.
Ridicule is the language of the devil.
The devil has his elect.
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