Infinite Riches In A Little Room.

Religion Hides Many Mischiefs From Suspicion.

Faustus: Stay, Mephistopheles, And Tell Me, What Good Will My Soul Do Thy Lord? Mephistopheles: Enlarge His Kingdom. Faustus: Is That The Reason He Tempts Us Thus? Mephistopheles: Solamen Miseris Socios Habuisse Doloris. (it Is A Comfort To The Wretched To Have Companions In Misery)

It Lies Not In Our Power To Love Or Hate, For Will In Us Is Overruled By Fate.

Live And Die In Aristotle's Works.

That Perfect Bliss And Sole Felicity, The Sweet Fruition Of An Earthly Crown.