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Glib tongues frill up their hash of knowledgefor mankind in polished speechesthat are no more than vaporous windsrustling the fallen leaves in autumn.
Men grieve [Mephistopheles] so with the days of their lamenting, [he] even hate[s] to plague them with [his] torments.
God Is, Lucifer is a devil, and there is a Hell.
One who has passed the thirtieth yearalready is as good as dead--it would be best to kill you off by then.
In fact a favourite problem of [John Tyndall] is—Given the molecular forces in a mutton chop, deduce Hamlet or Faust therefrom. He is confident that the Physics of the Future will solve this easily.
What are we doing to keep the light shining in our own eyes and countenances
To be, or not to be: what a question!
Who are you then?" "I am part of that power which eternally wills evil and eternally works good.
Thus, Marlowe posed the silent question: could aspiring Icarus be happy with a toilsome life on land managing a plough with plodding oxen having once tasted the weightless bliss of flight?
Waiters are the help, dear. It's like falling in love with a blender!
... the lofty mind of man can be imprisoned by the artifices of its own making.
If there are damned souls in Hell, it is because men blind themselves.
In fine, a life of good or evil, the hope of Heaven or the despair of Hell, Faustus stands as a reminder that the choice between these two absolutes also falls to us.
(Marlowe's) Faustus stubbornly reverts to his atheistic beliefs and continues his elementary pagan re-education ~ the inferno to him is a 'place' invented by men.
If I wasn't a devil myself I'd give Me up to the Devil this very minute.
Grant me one hour on love’s most sacred shoresTo clasp the bosom that my soul adores, Lie heart to heart and merge my soul with yours.
What you inherit from your fathermust first be earned before it's yours.
... the vintage of history is forever repeating ~ same old vines, same old wines!
By Fortune's adverse buffets overborneTo solitude I fled, to wilds forlorn, And not in utter loneliness to live, Myself at last did to the Devil give!
When he comes to the doorhe always looks mocking and half-way angry.You can see he has sympathy for nothing.It's written on his foreheadthat he can love no one.