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 places shall be hell that are not heaven.
Our swords shall play the orators for us.
I'm armed with more than complete steel, - The justice of my quarrel.
Live and die in Aristotle's works.
We control fifty percent of a relationship. We influence one hundred percent of it.