Religion Hides Many Mischiefs From Suspicion.

What Are Kings, When Regiment Is Gone, But Perfect Shadows In A Sunshine Day?

Make Me Immortal With A Kiss.

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)

Why Should You Love Him Whom The World Hates So? Because He Love Me More Than All The World.

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