Quotes from Christopher Marlowe

Mephistopheles: Why, this is hell, nor am I out of it. Think'st thou that I, who saw the face of God And tasted the eternal joys of heaven, Am not tormented with ten thousand hells In being deprived of everlasting bliss?

Why should you love him whom the world hates so? Because he love me more than all the world.

Fools that will laugh on earth, most weep in hell.

Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscribed In one self place, for where we are is hell, And where hell is must we ever be.

Money can't buy love, but it improves your bargaining position.

Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?

Come live with me and be my Love, And we will all the pleasures prove

All live to die, and rise to fall.

What nourishes me, destroys me

What art thou Faustus, but a man condemned to die?

Mephistopheles: Within the bowels of these elements, Where we are tortured and remain forever. Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscribed In one self place, for where we are is hell, And where hell is must we ever be. And, to conclude, when all the world dissolves, And every creature shall be purified, All places shall be hell that is not heaven.

The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike

I am Envy...I cannot read and therefore wish all books burned.

If we say that we have no sin, We deceive ourselves, and there's no truth in us. Why then belike we must sin, And so consequently die. Ay, we must die an everlasting death.

You must be proud, bold, pleasant, resolute, And now and then stab, when occasion serves.

I am Envy, begotten of a chimney-sweeper and an oyster-wife. I cannot read, and therefore wish all books were burnt; I am lean with seeing others eat - O that there would come a famine through all the world, that all might die, and I live alone; then thou should'st see how fat I would be! But must thou sit and I stand? Come down, with a vengeance!

All beasts are happy, For, when they die, Their souls are soon dissolv'd in elements; But mine must live still to be plagu'd in hell. Curs'd be the parents that engender'd me! No, Faustus, curse thyself, curse Lucifer That hath depriv'd thee of the joys of heaven.

But what are kings, when regiment is gone, But perfect shadows in a sunshine day? - Edward II, 5.1

Quod Me Nutrit Me Destruit.

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

It lies not in our power to love or hate, For will in us is overruled by fate.

Goodness is beauty in the best estate.

Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?

Oh, thou art fairer than the evening air Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.