Love Me Little, Love Me Long.

Excess Of Wealth Is Cause Of Covetousness.

Jigging Veins Of Rhyming Mother Wits.

Why This Is Hell, Nor Am I Out Of It: Thinkst Thou That I Who Saw The Face Of God, And Tasted The Eternal Joys Of Heaven, Am Not Tormented With Ten Thousand Hells In Being Deprived Of Everlasting Bliss! . . . When All The World Dissolves, And Every Creature Shall Be Purified, All Places Shall Be Hell That Are Not Heaven.

It Is A Comfort To The Miserable To Have Comrades In Misfortune, But It Is A Poor Comfort After All.

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