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.

He must have a long spoon that eats with the devil.

I count religion but a childish toy, and hold there is no sin but ignorance.

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.

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

Strike up the drum and march courageously.

Our swords shall play the orators for us.