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Satan himself can't save a woman who wears thirty-shilling corsets under a thirty-guinea costume.

Satan is willing to have us worship anything, however sacred - the Bible, the crucifix, the church - if only we do not worship God Himself.

Satan stations more devils on monastery walls than in the dens of iniquity, for the latter offer no resistance.

Satan--the impersonation of that mixture of the bestial, the malignant, the impious, and the hopeless, which constitute the fiend--the enemy of all that is human and divine.

Satan was crouched in the corner of his office, playing a gameboy, 'Die alien scum' he was saying feverishly.

Satan's first strategy is to keep religion intellectual.

Satan sometimes suggests that an offering will satisfy God, when in fact He is demanding our all.

Satan, really, is the romantic youth of Jesus re-appearing for a moment.

Satan is around y'all. Devil on your shoulder.

Satan never gets very far from the Bible. And every one of the cults, even Satanism, uses the Bible.

Satan's smoke has made its way into the Temple of God through some crack

Satan, who is a wonderful contriver of delusions, is constantly laying snares to entrap ignorant and heedless people.

So for those of you who haven't read any of my five best-selling books: Liberals are driven by Satan and lie constantly.

Since Satan can't destroy the gospel, he has too often neutralized its usefulness by addition, subtraction or substitution.

Solitude is the playfield of Satan.

The Holy Spirit makes us aware of our lack of holiness to stimulate us to deeper yearning and striving for holiness. But Satan will attempt to use the Holy Spirit’s work to discourage us.

The devil is merely a fallen angel, and when God lost Satan he lost one of his best lieutenants.

The Holy Ghost is the only One who can detect the temptations of Satan, neither our common sense nor our human wisdom can detect them as temptations.

Some Christians live in such fear, they act as if they believe in the sovereignty of Satan rather than the sovereignty of God.

So Satan, whom repulse upon repulse Met ever, and to shameful silence brought, Yet gives not o'er though desperate of success.

Temptations hurt not, though they have accesse; Satan o'ercomes none but by willingnesse.

The focus of Satan's efforts is always the same: to deceive us into believing that the passing pleasures of sin are more satisfying than obedience.

There is nothing new about humanism. It is the yielding to Satan's first temptation of Adam and Eve: "Ye shall be as gods." (Gen. 3:5)

The more learned and witty you bee, the more fit to act for Satan will you bee.

The problem is that so often we forget that we are in warfare and that Satan's target is our mind.

The temptations of God were always more dangerous for mankind than those of Satan.

The term "black metal" has become a lot looser, or can include a larger range of sounds and extra-musical aesthetics, not just Satan and power chords.

The Saturnian Spirit, Satan...ensouls the...Primary Ray of Deity.

Through some crack the smoke of satan has entered into the Church of God.

Those who overcome satan will be required to use the power of the spoken Word.

Unless all the discoveries that you make have the welfare of the poor as the end in view, all your workshops will be really no better than Satan's workshops.

Time well employed is Satan's deadliest foe; it leaves no opening for the lurking fiend.

When [Satan] undertook to draw Eve away from God, he did not hit her with a stick, but with an idea. It was with an idea that God could not be trusted and that she must act on her own to secure her own well-being.

We must not lose hope. Hope is an anchor to the souls of men. Satan would have us cast away that anchor.

Well, I use the word Satanist, but I don't know if I ever really considered myself as somebody who's into Satan

When Satan makes impure verses, Allah sends a divine tune to cleanse them.

Beware; satan visits you by the noises of negatively minded people. Hear, but don't act on it!

You are truly Satan's sequined spawn.

Your being born makes your parents God. You owe them your life, and they can control you. Then puberty makes you Satan, just because you want something better.

Angels are good not simply because they see bad as bad, but also because they see bad as corny.

Apparently, if you become one of Satan’s Minions, as a reward, he makes you immune to cancer, heart and liver disease.

Atheists are not the enemy; the real enemy knows Jesus Christ. Satan and all false prophets know very well that Jesus came from heaven, but still reject him. Matthew 10:36

Before aligning the body to the future, the mind has to straighten out from the impairment or religion.

Blake said Milton was a true poet and of the Devil's party without knowing it. I am of the Devil's party and know it.

Las letanías de Satán Oh, tú, el más sabio y bello de los ángeles, Dios traicionado por el destino y de alabanzas privado, ¡oh, Satán, apiádate de mi enorme miseria! Oh, Príncipe del exilio, a quien se ha agraviado, y que, vencido, siempre más poderoso vuelves a levantarte, ¡oh, Satán, apiádate de mi enorme miseria! Tú que todo lo sabes, gran Rey de las cosas subterráneas, tú, familiar sanador de las angustias humanas, ¡oh, Satán, apiádate de mi enorme miseria! Tú que, hasta a los leprosos y los parias malditos, enseñas mediante el amor el sabor del Paraíso, ¡oh, Satán, apiádate de mi enorme miseria! Oh tú que de la Muerte, esa amante vieja y poderosa, engendras la Esperanza, esa adorable loca, ¡oh, Satán, apiádate de mi enorme miseria! Tú que das al condenado esa mirada en torno al cadalso que, arrogante y serena, a todo un pueblo condena, ¡oh, Satán, apiádate de mi enorme miseria! Tú que sabes en qué rincón de las tierras ansiosas el celosos Dios ocultó sus piedras preciosas, ¡oh, Satán, apiádate de mi enorme miseria! Tú cuya clara mirada conoce los profundos arsenales en donde duerme amortajado el pueblo de los metales, ¡oh, Satán, apiádate de mi enorme miseria! Tú cuya extendida mano oculta los precipicios al sonámbulo que vaga al borde de los edificios, ¡oh, Satán, apiádate de mi enorme miseria! Tú que, mágicamente, haces flexibles los viejos huesos del borracho rezagado al que los caballos atropellaron, ¡oh, Satán, apiádate de mi enorme miseria! Tú que, para consolar al frágil que sufre, nos enseñas a mezclar el salitre y el azufre, ¡oh, Satán, apiádate de mi enorme miseria! Tú que pones tu marca, oh cómplice sutil, en la frente del Creso despiadado y vil, ¡oh, Satán, apiádate de mi enorme miseria! Tú que pones en el corazón de las muchachas el culto a las heridas y el amor a los harapos, ¡oh, Satán, apiádate de mi enorme miseria! Báculo del desterrado, lámpara del inventor, confesor del ahorcado y del conspirador, ¡oh, Satán, apiádate de mi enorme miseria! Padre adoptivo de aquellos a quienes, en su negra cólera, Dios padre del Paraíso terrenal expulsó, ¡oh, Satán, apiádate de mi enorme miseria! Oración ¡Gloria y alabanza a ti, Satán, en las alturas del Cielo, donde reinas, y en las profundidades del Infierno, donde, vencido, en silencio sueñas! ¡Haz que mi alma un día, bajo el árbol de la Ciencia, cerca de ti descanse, en la hora en que sobre tu frente como un Templo nuevo sus ramas se extiendan!

Boredom is the Devil's delight.

But first whom shall we send In search of this new world, whom shall we find Sufficient? Who shall tempt, with wand'ring feet The dark unbottomed infinite abyss And through the palpable obscure find out His uncouth way, or spread his aery flight Upborne with indefatigable wings Over the vast abrupt, ere he arrive The happy isle?

When you is precious to God, you become important to Satan. Watch your back.

Also another time she had wakened in dead of night, thinking that something touched her, and when she looked she saw that a black scaly tail, tufted with flame at the end, like a fiend's, had switched across her and lay there burning the covers. And when she turned shrieking, to see what manner of thing lay beside her in the bed, she was at first reassured by sight of her husband's face, then saw, to her horror, that horns had risen, black and pointed, from his forehead. After that she screamed again and remembered nothing until Joseph was shaking her awake, and there were neither horns nor tail to be seen. Nor were the bedclothes scorched.

(And also like Satan, I'm a beautiful loser.)