Had I as many souls as there be stars, I'd give them all for Mephistopheles!

Faustus: Stay, Mephistopheles, and tell me, what good will my soul do thy lord? Mephistopheles: Enlarge his kingdom. Faustus: Is that the reason he tempts us thus? Mephistopheles: Solamen miseris socios habuisse doloris. (It is a comfort to the wretched to have companions in misery)

While money doesn't buy love, it puts you in a great bargaining position.

Jigging veins of rhyming mother wits.

Ah fair Zenocrate, divine Zenocrate, Fair is too foul an epithet for thee.

Till swollen with cunning, of a self-conceit, His waxen wings did mount above his reach, And, melting, Heavens conspir'd his overthrow.

Goodness is beauty in the best estate.