Faust: What is your name?
This question seems minute
For one who thinks the word so beggarly,
Who holds what seems in disrepute,
And craves only reality.
Your real being no less than your fame
Is often shown, sirs, by your name,
Which is not hard to analyze
When one calls you the Liar, Destroyer, God of
Enough, who are you then?
Part of that force which would
Do evil evermore, and yet creates the good.
-Faust by Goethe