Quotes by : John Webster

Fortune’s a right whore:If she give aught, she deals it in small parcels,That she may take away all....

Through darkness diamonds spread their richest light.

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

Why do we tell lies? We lie because the truth is too painful or too shameful for us to face, or because....

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

Condemn you me for that the duke did love me?So may you blame some fair and crystal river, For that some....

Integrity of life is fame's best friend,Which nobly, beyond death, shall crown the end.

What! because we are poor Shall we be vicious?

Eagles commonly fly alone. They are crows, daws, and starlings that flock together.

Lay this unto your breast: Old friends, like old swords, still are trusted best.