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When Albert Einstein told you to hide your source, he wasn't giving you a deliberate advice to conceal the root in which you're growing, but was to conceal the root from the eyes of people that will dare to uproot it.

When Geoffrey was away, the goat often took himself off. He had soon got the goats at Granny’s cottage doing his bidding, and Nanny Ogg said once that she had seen what she called ‘that devil goat’ sitting in the middle of a circle of feral goats up in the hills. She named him ‘The Mince of Darkness’ because of his small and twinkling hooves, and added, ‘Not that I don’t like him, stinky as he is. I’ve always been one for the horns, as you might say. Goats is clever. Sheep ain’t. No offence, my dear.

When he comes to the door he always looks mocking and half-way angry. You can see he has sympathy for nothing. It's written on his forehead that he can love no one.

When he speaks into your ear so that no one can hear, he will say he is your slave, that he’s passed to you from Deirdre. But it’s a lie, my dear, a vicious lie. He’ll make you his and drive you mad if you refuse to do his will. That is what he’s done to them all.’ She stopped, her wrinkled brows tightening, her eyes drifting off across the dusty surface of the table. ‘Except for those who were strong enough to rein him in and make him the slave he claimed to be, and use him for their own ends… ’ Her voice trailed off. ‘Their own endless wickedness.

When I opened my eyes this morning, Satan said, "Damn, he's awake.

When I was a child I burnt the back of my right hand on a hot iron. I can't recall the pain, but there's an eye-shaped scar as testament to it. As a teenager I used to think it was the all seeing eye of the anti-Christ and that I was the devil incarnate. Or at least a minion. It was my right hand, innit? What I do remember though is my father, or Dad as we called him, abandoning the polite Abbu, telling me not to cry and to be patient because the fires of hell were seventy times hotter than the fire of the iron.

When making a deal with the Devil – Haggle.

When our minds are on Christ, Satan has little room to maneuver.

When the Devil goeth about like a roaring lion, he goeth about in a shape by which few but savages and hunters are attracted. But, when he is trimmed, smoothed, and varnished, according to the mode: when he is aweary of vice, and aweary of virtue, used up as to brimstone, and used up as to bliss; then, whether he take to the serving out of red tape, or to the kindling of red fire, he is the very Devil.

When the devil offers you a rose, its petals are laced with poison.

When the poor give to the rich, the devil laughs.

When the stars threw down their spears And watered heaven with their tears: Did he smile his work to see? Did he who made the Lamb make thee? - The Tyger

When things are like hunky dory, every enemy comes in the name of friend, but when things are twisted like turmoil, every friendly enemy shows you their colour.

When we are filled with the Spirit of God, obeying God, in His will and quoting Scripture, Satan will be defeated.

When we live in ignorance, we live in darkness and that is where the devil rules.

When you are posessed by evil spirits, it is crafty manipulations that you follow; but when you are posessed by the Holy Spirit of God, it is wise discretions you pursue!

When you feel agony, pain and distress, don't turn your back away like the rest, Its a trick of the devil to distract you from the best

When you just breathe on me, I want you. Being in your arms will melt me. Being naked with you might kill me.

When you have the heart of an angel, you will be attacked by those with the souls of the devil.

When you make a deal with the Devil, it can be Hell.

When you look through the window of hate, you are really looking in the Devil's mirror.

When you live in darkness, you live under the rulership of the devil.

Who but the sports-mad [Norman] Mailer would liken the battle between God and the Devil to a game of American football? The contest, for sure, has with [sic] own laws (so that after God and the Devil 'tackle a guy, they don't kick him in the head'), but each side is not above cheating—with God breaking the rules occasionally by throwing in 'a miracle'. Strangely, Mailer doesn’t mention Jesus in this agonising analogy, but then the notion of the 'super-sub' may be an image too far even for him.

Where God is like the sun, the Devil is like a raindrop. There is no 'God vs. Satan' because they aren't even that close in power and authority. The former is very patient; the latter is at mercy.

While police officers who blatantly shaft the common people believe that they are God, they are the Devil to those that they wrong.

Why did God do it? or is there really a Devil who led to the Fall? Souls in Heaven said "We want to try mortal existence, O God, Lucifer said it's great!"—Bang, down we fall, to this, to concentration camps, gas ovens, barbed wire, atom bombs, television murders, Bolivian starvation, thieves in silk, thieves in neckties, thieves in office, paper shufflers, bureaucrats, insult, rage, dismay, horror, terrified nightmares, secret death of hangovers, cancer, ulcers, strangulation, pus, old age, old age homes, canes, puffed flesh, dropped teeth, stink, tears, and goodbye. Somebody else write it, I dont know how.

Who with the Devil tries to play fair, weaves the net of his own despair. Oh, smile; what’s a house between drunkards?

Why are we here?" he asked. "Wrong devil," Adam replied quietly.

Why don’t I have a cool name like that. Instead of Lucifer and Beelzebub. I mean, seriously, Beelzebub? It sounds like the name of a brothel or a low life bar. Why can’t I be Lu Von Cipher? Sounds good, right?

Why do people fear hell so much? With so much hatred and division amongst mankind, we are already in it.

Why must I always be a man's servant?" Lada demanded. "If anything, I should be partners with the devil, not his servant.

You cannot argue with [Satan], for he is the greatest debater of all time.

With every step, I cursed the person who had ever invented the saying: “Speak of the devil”. Clearly, they had no sympathy for me!

With his nose in my hair, he inhaled deeply before putting a light kiss on my cheek. “Have you come to play?” he asked then kissed me again. “No.” I cringed when he drew my earlobe into his mouth. “I came to help you. That’s all. I swear.” “I’d rather play.

Woe betides anyone getting in the way of people that keep on muddying the waters, throwing up smoke screens and clouding issues, so as to conceal their dubious motivations. ("Could the milkman be the devil?")

Woman is in love with the devil.

Yo llamo y llamo y me abres. En efecto, el diablo es diablesa.

You are the man who made himself a devil, who wishes to be a god, all for love.

You came here of your own free will, Claire. I won’t be denied. You’re mine now, and I intend to keep you.

... you cannot shake hands with the Devil and not get sulphur on your sleeve.

You can't expect devil to show you the path that leads to Heaven.

You'll become that devil overnight, if you want to become that celebrity overnight.

You have not been put on earth for the devil to torment you, you have been put on this earth to torment the devil.

You know the proverb, Mr. Hale, 'set a beggar on horseback, and he'll ride to the devil' - well, some of these early manufacturers did ride to the devil in a magnificent style - crushing human bone and flesh beneath their horses' hoofs without remorse.

You know what whore is. Next the devil adultery, Enters the devil murder.

You make less every time you bargain with the devil. You make a profit every time you bargain with God.

You mess with my demons….you get the devil!

You got to tell me brave captain, why are the wicked so strong, how do the angels get to sleep, when the devil leaves the porchlight on.

You have let your devil get away from you." He looked genuinely confused. "To what other purpose is a devil?

You have your orders,” Mab shouted at the guards. “To the Deeps with her.” The men led me from the great hall, taking me along a series of corridors to the back of the castle, then winding through another long corridor and into a spiraling stairwell that appeared to have no end. We went further and further down until finally it ended so deep in the ground it felt like a grave. My pulse quickened as we reached the bottom. A single dark door lay ahead.