When you're in hell, only a devil can point the way out.

May the devil make a ladder of your backbone - While he is picking apples in the garden of Hell

≫Rækker man Fanden en lillefinger…≪ grinede Filip.
≫Så tager han hele armen,≪ svarede Lucifer og gav slip.
Han så på Filip med et hævet øjenbryn. ≫ Og rækker man ham en hånd…≪
≫Så tager han hele sjælen≪

We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell.

The devil himself had probably redesigned Hell in the light of information he had gained from observing airport layouts

Lucifer, how, after a dozen millennia in Hell, could you possibly lose your way?" the Devil asked incredulously. "Well," the lesser demon began, "It is a rather large place...