Hell is other people.

We are all deep in a hell each moment of which is a miracle.

Somewhere, and I can't find where, I read about an Eskimo hunter who asked the local missionary priest, 'If I did not know about God and sin, would I go to hell?' 'No,' said the priest, 'not if you did not know.' 'Then why,' asked the Eskimo earnestly, 'did you tell me?'

To work hard, to live hard, to die hard, and then go to hell after all would be too damn hard.

There is probably no hell for authors in the next world. They suffer so much from critics and publishers in this.

Who will say with confidence that sexual abuse is more permanently damaging to children than threatening them with the eternal and unquenchable fires of hell?

There is no hell. There is only France.

God will never send anybody to hell. If man goes to hell, he goes by his own free choice.

The safest road to Hell is the gradual one-the gentle slope, soft underfoot, without sudden turnings, without milestones, without signposts.

... when all the world dissolves, And every creature shall be purified, All places shall be hell that are not heaven.