What feeds me destroys me.
What art thou Faustus, but a man condemned to die?
Had I as many souls as there be stars, I'd give them all for Mephistopheles!
He must have a long spoon that eats with the devil.
Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscribed In one self place, for where we are is hell, And where hell is there must we ever be.
Is it not passing brave to be a King and ride in triumph through Persepolis?