Had I as many souls as there be stars, I'd give them all for Mephistopheles!
Virtue is the fount whence honour springs.
I'm armed with more than complete steel, - The justice of my quarrel.
What feeds me destroys me.
Religion! O Diabole! Fie, I am asham'd, however that I seem, To think a word of such simple sound, Of such great matter should be made the ground.
There is no sin but ignorance.