O, thou art fairer than the evening air clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.

You stars that reigned at my nativity, whose influence hath allotted death and hell.

Nothing violent, oft have I heard tell, can be permanent.

FAUSTUS. [Stabbing his arm.] Lo, Mephistophilis, for love of thee, I cut mine arm, and with my proper blood Assure my soul to be great Lucifer's, Chief lord and regent of perpetual night!

Faustus: Stay, Mephistopheles, and tell me, what good will my soul do thy lord? Mephistopheles: Enlarge his kingdom. Faustus: Is that the reason he tempts us thus? Mephistopheles: Solamen miseris socios habuisse doloris. (It is a comfort to the wretched to have companions in misery)

We control fifty percent of a relationship. We influence one hundred percent of it.

Fools that will laugh on earth, most weep in hell.