“As he came leaping in, the poodle did not heed it.The matter now seems turned about;The Devil's in the house and can't get out.”

“We are our own devils; we drive ourselves out of our Edens.”

“Leap and the net will appear.”

“Faust: Who holds the devil, let him hold him well, He hardly will be caught a second time.”

“I see my discourse leaves you cold;Dear kids, I do not take offense;Recall: the Devil, he is old,Grow old yourselves, and he'll make sense!”

“Your suns and worlds are not within my ken,I merely watch the plaguey state of men.The little god of earth remains the same queer spriteAs on the first day, or in primal light.His life would be less difficult, poor thing,Without your gift of heavenly glimmering;He calls it Reason, using light celestialJust to outdo the beasts in being bestial.To me he seems, with deference to Your Grace,One of those crickets, jumping round the place,Who takes his flying leaps, with legs so long,Then falls to grass and chants the same old song;But, not content with grasses to repose in,This one will hunt for muck to stick his nose in.”

“Like star that shines afar, slowly now, and without rest, let each man turn with steady sway, around the task that rules the day, and do his best.”