Lone Women, Like To Empty Houses, Perish.

All Live To Die, And Rise To Fall.

Ah Fair Zenocrate, Divine Zenocrate, Fair Is Too Foul An Epithet For Thee.

Had I As Many Souls As There Be Stars, I'd Give Them All For Mephistopheles!

More Childish Valorous Than Manly Wise.

Things That Are Not At All, Are Never Lost.