That perfect bliss and sole felicity, the sweet fruition of an earthly crown.

If we say that we have no sin, We deceive ourselves, and there's no truth in us. Why then belike we must sin, And so consequently die. Ay, we must die an everlasting death.

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!

All live to die, and rise to fall.

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

He that loves pleasure must for pleasure fall.

What feeds me destroys me.