Infinite Riches In A Little Room.

All Places Are Alike, And Every Earth Is Fit For Burial.

What Art Thou Faustus, But A Man Condemned To Die?

The Griefs Of Private Men Are Soon Allayed, But Not Of Kings.

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

Time Doth Run With Calm And Silent Foot, Shortening My Days And Thread Of Vital Life.