“All these trod the road to Hell, removing from this house of clay to the pit of perdition. The enemy's country was full, as Hell is full, of wounded who had died on the road. The lowest pit was gorged with miscreants who had surrendered their souls to the lord of Hell. In whatever direction one from the army of Islam hastened, he found everywhere a self-willed one dead; whatever march the illustrious camp made in the wake of the fugitives, it found no foot-space without its prostrate foe. All the Hindus slain, abject and mean, By matchlock-stones, like the Elephants' lords, Many hills of their bodies were seen, And from each hill a fount of running blood.”

“In the year 998 (H./1589 C. E.) Raja Todarmal and Raja Bhagwandas who had remained behind at Lahore hastened to the abode of hell and torment (that is, died) and in the lowest pit became food of serpents and scorpions. May Allah scorch them both.”

“Hell was not a pit of fire and brimstone. Hell was waking up alone, the sheets wet with your tears and your seed, knowing the woman you had dreamed of would never come back to you.”

“I stand corrected. Afternoons are hard. Mornings are pure evil from the pits of hell”

“The collier's wife had four tall sons
Brought from the pit's mouth dead,
And crushed from foot to head”

“Mornings are pure evil from the pits of hell, which is why I don't do them anymore." Eve”

“Unconverted men walk over the pit of hell on a rotten covering.”

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

“Hell is full of musical amateurs: music is the brandy of the damned. May not one lost soul be permitted to abstain?”

“The road to hell was paved with the bones of men who did not know when to quit fighting.”