Robert W. ServiceI have no doubt at all the Devil grins, As seas of ink I spatter. Ye gods, forgive my "literary" sins --The other kind don't matter.
About This Quote
When Shakespeare wrote, “I have no doubt at all the Devil grins,” he was probably just having a little fun. He was probably thinking of the usual ways people get angry when they don’t get their way. But maybe this quote isn’t really about anger or even grins. Maybe it’s actually about lives ruined because of words written by someone who should know better.
Words can create a lot of trouble because they give people power over you. They can destroy your reputation and your life. Even if they are written by someone famous, it’s still just words on paper—and everyone is entitled to their own opinions.
Source: Rhymes Of A Rolling Stone
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