What is hell? Hell is oneself, hell is alone, the other figures in it merely projections. There is nothing to escape from and nothing to escape to. One is always alone.
Only the descent into the hell of self-knowledge can pave the way to godliness.[Nur die Höllenfahrt des Selbsterkenntnisses bahnt den Weg zur Vergötterung.]
What is hell? I maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love.[Чту есть ад? Страдание о том, что нельзя уже более любить.]
To the last I grapple with thee; from hell’s heart I stab at thee; for hate’s sake I spit my last breath at thee.
There is no dignity in wickedness, whether in purple or rags; and hell is a democracy of devils, where all are equals.
There is heroism even in the circles of hell for fellow-sinners who cling to each other in the fiery whirlwind and never recriminate.