Fools That Will Laugh On

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

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!

Virtue Is The Fount Whence Honour Springs.

Nothing Violent, Oft Have I Heard Tell, Can Be Permanent.

Hell Hath No Limits, Nor Is Circumscribed In One Self Place, For Where We Are Is Hell, And Where Hell Is There Must We Ever Be.