All things do help the unhappy man to fall.
That friend a great man's ruin strongly checks, who rails into his belief all his defects.
The misery of us, that are born great, We are forced to woo because none dare woo us.
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.
Were there no heaven nor hell I should be honest.
I am Duchess of Malfi still.