Is not old wine wholesomest, old pippins toothsomest, old wood burn brightest, old linen wash whitest? Old soldiers, sweethearts, are surest, and old lovers are soundest.

When we prohibit others from being different, we end up forfeiting our own right to Liberty.

The soul was never put in the body to stand still.

Ambition, madam, is a great man's madness.

Sorrow is held the eldest child of sin.

A politician is the devil's quilted anvil; He fashions all sins on him, and the blows are never heard.

I am Duchess of Malfi still.