Book: The sorrow of Satan (Hell for Geoffrey tempest). Page 4

Everyone is so busy with his own purposes and so he thinks a lot about his personality that are unlikely to forget their ego, even if the devil himself was behind him.

Everything in the world is perfect, except for this curious work of nature - of man.

What? Death? Not half so horrible as life lived falsely.

Wealth only plays a role of mirror to show human nature at its worst form.

The light is what it is.
He is driven by the basest hand, it works for the most vulgar, harmful purposes; it is far from Paradise. He is not a happy family Union and love of the brothers, and populated colonies grumpy monkeys, imagining themselves to be.

No one in this world knows the true meaning of suffering.

However, even in small things it seems nasty!

You can lead a horse to water but you cannot make it drink

... to convince others, you first have to be convinced.

... the thoughts that created beauty out of poverty and love of solitude.

Nothing comes for nothing in this world except air and sunshine; all the rest must be bought with blood, tears, and sometimes cry, but most of the money.

Inexhaustible greed of a man, my dear sir, never can be satisfied.

I was still too young, so easy to give up hope. I had a vague idea that my turn will come that eternally spinning wheel of fortune one day grabs me, as now lowers...

... to kill time before it kills them real boring.