“The devil’s agents may be of flesh and blood, may they not?”
Arthur Conan Doyle book The Hound of the Baskervilles
Source: The Hound of the Baskervilles
The Everlasting Mercy (1919)
“The devil’s agents may be of flesh and blood, may they not?”
Arthur Conan Doyle book The Hound of the Baskervilles
Source: The Hound of the Baskervilles
“I did not spittel a drop of blood, or steal a cent in all my life.”
Bartolomeo Vanzetti (1888–1927) Italian American anarchist executed by Massachusetts
Letter to Mrs.Glendower Evans http://law2.umkc.edu/faculty/projects/ftrials/SaccoV/van-charlestown.html (22 July 1921)
Corrie ten Boom (1892–1983) Dutch resistance hero and writer
Source: The Hiding Place: The Triumphant True Story of Corrie Ten Boom
Oliver Cromwell (1599–1658) English military and political leader
On his forcible dissolution of parliament (April 1653) quoted in Flagellum: or the Life and Death Birth and Burial of Oliver Cromwell the Late Usurper (1663) by James Heath
H.P. Lovecraft (1890–1937) American author
Fiction, The Call of Cthulhu (1926)
Context: There had been aeons when other Things ruled on the earth, and They had had great cities. Remains of Them, he said the deathless Chinamen had told him, were still be found as Cyclopean stones on islands in the Pacific. They all died vast epochs of time before men came, but there were arts which could revive Them when the stars had come round again to the right positions in the cycle of eternity. They had, indeed, come themselves from the stars, and brought Their images with Them.
These Great Old Ones, Castro continued, were not composed altogether of flesh and blood. They had shape — for did not this star-fashioned image prove it? — but that shape was not made of matter. When the stars were right, They could plunge from world to world through the sky; but when the stars were wrong, They could not live. But although They no longer lived, They would never really die...
Ogden Nash (1902–1971) American poet
Many Long Years Ago (1945), Song To Be Sung by the Father of Infant Female Children
Context: My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky;
Contrariwise, my blood runs cold
When little boys go by.
For little boys as little boys,
No special hate I carry,
But now and then they grow to men,
And when they do, they marry.
No matter how they tarry,
Eventually they marry.
And, swine among the pearls,
They marry little girls.
John Bunyan The Pilgrim's Progress
Part II, Ch. XI : Mr. Valiant-For-Truth
The Pilgrim's Progress (1678), Part II