Needs must when the Devil drives.

He must needes goe whom the devill doth drive.

And bid the devil take the hin'most.

Scampering as if the Devil drove them.

The devil take the hindmost!

Until he shall have driven her back to Hell,

Send him to the devil, I'm busy.

Starting in a hollowed log of wood — some thousand miles up a river, with an infinitesimal prospect of returning! I ask myself 'Why?' and the only echo is 'damned fool!... the Devil drives.

It may be the Devil or it may be the Lord, but you're gonna have to serve somebody.

You're gonna have to serve somebody; well, it may be the devil, or it may be the Lord, but you're gonna have to serve somebody...

Starting in a hollowed log of wood — some thousand miles up a river, with an infinitesimal prospect of returning! I ask myself 'Why?' and the only echo is 'damned fool!... the Devil drives'.

All the devil has to do to win is convince you he's God.

Those whom God wishes to destroy he drives mad.

If not reason, then the devil.