The fallen angel becomes a malignant devil. Yet even that enemy of God and man had friends and associates in his desolation; I am alone.

A man is an angel that has gone deranged.

Once I falsely hoped to meet with beings who, pardoning my outward form, would love me for the excellent qualities which I was capable of unfolding. I was nourished with high thoughts of honour and devotion. But now crime has degraded me beneath the meanest animal. No guilt, no mischief, no malignity, no misery, can be found comparable to mine. When I run over the frightful catalogue of my sins, I cannot believe that I am the same creature whose thoughts were once filled with sublime and transcendent visions of the beauty and the majesty of goodness. But it is even so; the fallen angel becomes a malignant devil. Yet even that enemy of God and man had friends and associates in his desolation; I am alone

Struck dead by an angel of God! Yet the angel must hang!

He looked like a fallen angel, replete with all the dangerous male beauty that Lucifer could devise.

I ought to be thy Adam, but I am rather the fallen angel...

The devil is an angel too.

It was pride that changed angels into devils; it is humility that makes men as angels.

When angels go bad they are worse than anyone else. Remember Lucifer used to be an angel.

The Angel of Death is the invisible Angel of Life.

Dark Angel, with thine aching lust To rid the world of penitence: Malicious Angel, who still dost My soul such subtile violence!

Be careful who you trust, the devil was once an angel.

Our witnesses were literally crucified by this man who looks like an angel, but he is really a devil.

The ideal being? An angel ravaged by humor.