Infinite Riches In A Little Room.

You Must Be Proud, Bold, Pleasant, Resolute, And Now And Then Stab, As Occasion Serves.

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!

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

... When All The World Dissolves, And Every Creature Shall Be Purified, All Places Shall Be Hell That Are Not Heaven.

I Count Religion But A Childish Toy, And Hold There Is No Sin But Ignorance.