We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell.
Illusion is the dust the devil throws in the eyes of the foolish.
The devil's voice is sweet to hear.
Publishers are all cohorts of the devil; there must be a special hell for them somewhere.
Faust: Who holds the devil, let him hold him well, He hardly will be caught a second time.
Keep still, you little devil, or I'll cut your throat.