He says NO! In thunder; but the Devil himself cannot make him say yes.

I know not all that may be coming, but be it what it will, I'll go to it laughing.

In time of peril, like the needle to the loadstone, obedience, irrespective of rank, generally flies to him who is best fitted to command.

Hell is an idea first born on an undigested apple dumpling.

And what is it, thought I, after all! It’s only his outside; a man can be honest in any sort of skin.

The lightning flashes through my skull; mine eyeballs ache and ache; my whole beaten brain seems as beheaded, and rolling on some stunning ground.

The terrors of truth and dart of death To faith alike are vain.