When your success hovers from one person to the other, it will definitely get to someone who will regard it as failure.
The door of the visible church is incomparably wider than the door of heaven (522)[.]
If God had bid you give them all your estates to own them, or lay down your lives to save them, sure you would have refused, when you will not bestow a little breath to save them? Is not the soul of a husband, or wife, or child, or neighbour, worth a few words? It is worth this, or it is worth nothing. . . . If you did know their misery, you would now do more to bring them out of hell (409). (III.XIII)
You are my angel and my damnation; in your presence I reach divine ecstasy and in your absence I descent to hell.
Open your eyes, Ambrosio, and be prudent. Hell is your lot; You are doomed to eternal perdition; Nought lies beyond your grave but a gulph of devouring flames.
He who falls, falls by his own will; and he who stands, stands by God’s will.
I can’t help but ask, “Do you know where you are?
History doesn’t start with a tall building
and a card with your name written on it, but jokes do. I think someone is taking
us for suckers and is playing a mean game.
Damnation is eternal. That’s the whole point. Otherwise, what good would it do you?
Mephistopheles: Within the bowels of these elements,
Where we are tortured and remain forever.
Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscribed
In one self place, for where we are is hell,
And where hell is must we ever be.
And, to conclude, when all the world dissolves,
And every creature shall be purified,
All places shall be hell that is not heaven.