The Devil hath power
To assume a pleasing shape.

The devil tells the best stories.

It's the devil who pulls the strings that make us dance

And so sometimes I would think how the devil had conquered God.

The Devil pulls the strings which make us dance;
We find delight in the most loathsome things;
Some furtherance of Hell each new day brings,
And yet we feel no horror in that rank advance.

The mischief springs from the power which the monied interest derives from a paper currency which they are able to control, from the multitude of corporations with exclusive privileges which they have succeeded in obtaining...and unless you become more watchful in your states and check this spirit of monopoly and thirst for exclusive privileges you will in the end find that the most important powers of government have been given or bartered away….

the Devil's hand directs our every move - / the things we loathed become the things we love

The devil frequently fills our thoughts with great schemes, so that instead of putting our hands to what work we can do to serve our Lord, we may rest satisfied with wishing to perform impossibilities.

It is said that the Devil has all the best tunes.
This is broadly true. But Heaven has the best choreographers

All the good music has already been written by people with wigs and stuff.

Once writing has become your major vice and greatest pleasure only death can stop it.

As soon as men who believe they are doing God's will get hold of power, whether household or village or in Jerusalem or Rome itself, the devil enters them. It isn't long before they start drawing up lists of punishments for all kinds of innocent activities, sentencing people to be flogged or stoned in the name of God for wearing this or eating that or believing the other. And the privileged ones will build great palaces and temples to strut around in, and levy taxes on the poor to pay for their luxuries...and put them poor harmless heretics they flush out to horrible public deaths, to terrify the rest into obedience.

He took in the squeaky music, the vulgar and pining melodies, because passion immobilizes good taste and seriously considers what soberly would be thought of as funny and to be resented.

"Imagine that the devil is in the process of buying the soul of some poor afflicted being, and that someone, taking pity on the one afflicted, were to intervene in the debate and say to the devil: "it is really shameful for you to offer only this price; the thing is worth at least twice that."

This sinister farce is what is being played out in the workers' movement by the syndicates, parties, and intellectuals of the left."