Oh, yes, thy sins Do run before thee to fetch fire from hell, To light thee thither.
Ambition, madam, is a great man's madness.
Man may his fate foresee, but not prevent. 'Tis better to be fortunate than wise.
I am Duchess of Malfi still.
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.
Do you not weep? Other sins only speak; murder shrieks out. The element of water moistens the earth, But blood flies upwards and bedews the heavens.