Christopher Marlowe Quotes

I count religion but a childish toy, and hold there is no sin but ignorance.

Our swords shall play the orators for us.

Nothing violent, oft have I heard tell, can be permanent.

Why this is hell, nor am I out of it: Thinkst 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! . . . When all the world dissolves, And every creature shall be purified, All places shall be hell that are not heaven.

Excess of wealth is cause of covetousness.

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

Ah fair Zenocrate, divine Zenocrate, Fair is too foul an epithet for thee.

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

Love me little, love me long.

You stars that reigned at my nativity, whose influence hath allotted death and hell.