I can’t help being a gorgeous fiend. It’s just the card I drew.
All that is contrary to love and peace is of the Fiend and of his part.
I stopped watching television like a fiend once I got into college.
Religion! but for thee, prolific fiend, Who peoplest earth with demons, hell with men, And heaven with slaves!
In for ever knowing, we are for ever blessed; but to know all were the curse of a fiend
Discretion prevented me from saying that I thought she was a fiend from the underworld and that mountain lions couldn't force me to enter her service.
Men are built, not born. . . . Give me the baby, and I'll make it climb and use its hands in constructing buildings of stone or wood. . . . I'll make it a thief, a gunman or a dope fiend. The possibilities of shaping in any direction are almost endless.
Paint like a fiend when the idea possesses you.
Like a fiend in a cloud, With howling woe, After night I do crowd, And with night will go; I turn my back to the east, From whence comforts have increased; For light doth seize my brain With frantic pain.
O money, money, how blindly thou hast been worshipped, and how stupidly abused! Thou are health and liberty and strength, and he that has thee may rattle his pockets at the foul fiend!
Foul fiend of France and hag of all despite, Encompassed with thy lustful paramours, Becomes it thee to taunt his valiant age And twit with cowardice a man half dead?
I started out to be a sex fiend, but I couldn't pass the physical.
Memory - that fiend, that cruel enemy of comfort.
Has the grim savage rushed again from the wilderness? Or does some fiend. . . twang her deadly arrows at our breast? No, none of these: it is the hand of Britain that inflicts the wound.
A jealous lover lights his torch from the firebrand of the fiend.
It is always hard for poets to believe that one says their poems are bad not because one is a fiend but because their poems are bad.
Keep thy foot out of brothels, thy hand out of plackets, thy pen from lender's books, and defy the foul fiend.
Great wealth may be to its owner a blessing or a curse. Alas! I fear it is too often the latter. It hardens the heart, blunts the finer susceptibilities, and transforms into a fiend what under more favourable circumstances might have been a human being.
O most delicate fiend! Who is't can read a woman? Is there more?
Temptation: the fiend at my elbow.
