- Faust: How comes it then that thou art now out of hell with me?
- Mefistofele: Why, this is hell, nor am I out of it. Thinks 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?
- Mefistofele: Heaven is not so wondrous.
- Faust: How so?
- Mefistofele: It was made for man, therefore is man much more exquisite.
- Faust: If it was made for man, it was made for me! I shall renounce the magic and repent!