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

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?

Who hateth me but for my happiness? Or who is honored now but for his wealth? Rather had I, a Jew, be hated thus, Than pitied in a Christian poverty.

Where both deliberate, the love is slight: Who ever lov’d, that lov’d not at first sight?

That perfect bliss and sole felicity, the sweet fruition of an earthly crown.

There is no sin but ignorance.

All live to die, and rise to fall.

I count religion but a childish toy, and hold there is no sin but ignorance.

Our swords shall play the orators for us.

Love is not full of pity (as men say) But deaf and cruel, where he means to pray.

Excess of wealth is cause of covetousness.

Time doth run with calm and silent foot, Shortening my days and thread of vital life.

Lone women, like to empty houses, perish.

Hope knows that if great trials are avoided great deeds remain undone and the possibility of growth into greatness of soul is aborted.

Teach me to treat all that comes to me with peace of soul and with firm conviction that Your will governs all.

We had seen God in His splendors, heard the text that Nature renders. We had reached the naked soul of man.

Twas not my lips you kissed but my soul.

It’s a long road when you face the world alone, when no one reaches out a hand for you to hold. You can find love if you search within your soul, and the emptiness you felt will disappear.

O seasons, O castles, What soul is without flaws? All its lore is known to me, Felicity, it enchants us all.

Souls without prayer are like bodies, palsied and lame, having hands and feet they cannot use.

For our soul is so preciously loved of him that is highest, that it over-passeth the knowing of all creatures.