112 Quotes by John Webster

Whether we fall by ambition, blood, or lustLike diamonds we are cut with our own dust

Cover her face; mine eyes dazzle. She died young.

Take it for words. O woman’s poor revenge,Which dwells but in the tongue!

Princes give rewards with their own hands,But death or punishment by the hands of other.

When I go to hell, I mean to carry a bribe: for look you, good gifts evermore make way for the worst persons.

O me, this place is hell.

For all our wit and reading brings us to a truer sense of sorrow.

What a strange creature is a laughing fool,As if a man were created to no useBut only to show his teeth.

You know what whore is. Next the devil adultery,Enters the devil murder.