Goethe's devil is a cultivated personage and acquainted with the modern sciences; sneers at witchcraft and the black art even while employing them, and doubts most things, nay, half disbelieves even his own existence.
The age of miracles is forever here.
Intellect is the soul of man, the only immortal part of him.
The coldest word was once a glowing new metaphor.
Experience takes dreadfully high school-wages, but he teaches like no other.
Isolation is the sum total of wretchedness to a man.