“hell is full of good wishes and desires.”
“Hell must be like... reminiscing about the good old days when we wished we were dead.”
“That's what hell must be like, small chat to the babbling of Lethe about the good old days when we wished we were dead.”
“Hell is full of musical amateurs.”
“That single thought is enough. The impulse increases to a wish, the wish to a desire, the desire to an uncontrollable longing, and the longing (to the deep regret and mortification of the speaker, and in defiance of all consequences,) is indulged.”
“Desire is the starting point of all achievement, not a hope, not a wish, but a keen pulsating desire which transcends everything.”