What feeds me destroys me.
I am Envy...I cannot read and therefore wish all books burned.
Above our life we love a steadfast friend.
He must have a long spoon that eats with the devil.
... when all the world dissolves, And every creature shall be purified, All places shall be hell that are not heaven.
Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight, And burned is Apollo's laurel bough, That sometime grew within this learned man. Faustus is gone.