The chiefest action for a man of great spirit is never to be out of action... the soul was never put into the body to stand still.

All things do help the unhappy man to fall.

In all our quest of greatness, like wanton boys, whose pastime is their care, we follow after bubbles, blown in the air.

For the subtlest folly proceeds from the subtlest wisdom.

I am Duchess of Malfi still.

Were there no heaven nor hell I should be honest.

Are you grown an atheist? Will you turn your body, Which is the goodly palace of the soul, To the soul's slaughter-house? Oh, the curse' d devil, Which doth present us with all other sins Thrice-candied o'er.