“Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight, And burned is Apollo’s laurel bough, That sometime grew within this learned man. Faustus is gone.”

Nothing violent, oft have I heard tell, can be permanent.

The griefs of private men are soon allayed, But not of kings.

It is a comfort to the miserable to have comrades in misfortune, but it is a poor comfort after all.

Religion hides many mischiefs from suspicion.

More childish valorous than manly wise.

Jigging veins of rhyming mother wits.

He must have a long spoon that eats with the devil.

Virtue is the fount whence honour springs.

Infinite riches in a little room.

Blood is the god of war’s rich livery.

Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, and burnt the topless towers of Ileum?

While money doesn’t buy love, it puts you in a great bargaining position.

Accurst be he that first invented war.

What feeds me destroys me.

Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?

Had I as many souls as there be stars, I’d give them all for Mephistopheles!

Brown daughters are just fragile glass houses always on the verge of shattering.

If it’s not broken, break it. That’s how new discoveries are made. That’s why everything that changes life is called a breakthrough.

They said everything I lost will come back to me. I said -everything I’ve lost is too lost to ever come back to Me.

You break her heart, I’ll break your neck.

Life goes on within you and without you.

Most people don’t have that willingness to break bad habits. They have a lot of excuses and they talk like victims.

I’m just looking for an angel with a broken wing.

There’s a natural law of karma that vindictive people, who go out of their way to hurt others, will end up broke and alone.