What did John Webster mean by: Gold that buys health can never be ill spent, Nor hours laid out in harmless merriment. - John Webster Playwright · England Copy
+ Let guilty men remember, their black deeds Do lean on crutches made of slender reeds. Feraz Zeid, January 12, 2024January 12, 2024, John Webster, Black, Evil, 0 - John Webster Playwright · England
+ Sorrow is held the eldest child of sin. Feraz Zeid, August 5, 2023December 12, 2023, John Webster, Children, Sin, Sorrow, 0 - John Webster Playwright · England
+ That friend a great man’s ruin strongly checks, who rails into his belief all his defects. Feraz Zeid, January 12, 2024January 12, 2024, John Webster, Belief, Ruins, 0 - John Webster Playwright · England
+ All the damnable degrees Of drinking have you staggered through. Feraz Zeid, January 12, 2024January 12, 2024, John Webster, Degrees, Drinking, 0 - John Webster Playwright · England
+ Lust carries her sharp whip At her own girdle. Feraz Zeid, September 12, 2023December 26, 2023, John Webster, Lust, Whips, 0 - John Webster Playwright · England
+ Love mixed with fear is sweetness. Feraz Zeid, June 17, 2023December 12, 2023, John Webster, Sweetness, 0 - John Webster Playwright · England
+ How tedious is a guilty conscience! Feraz Zeid, August 24, 2023December 24, 2023, John Webster, Conscience, Guilt, 0 - John Webster Playwright · England
+ Lay this unto your breast: Old friends, like old swords, still are trusted best. Feraz Zeid, January 12, 2024January 12, 2024, John Webster, Breasts, Friendship, 0 - John Webster Playwright · England
It takes 25 years to learn to draw, one hour to learn to paint. - Jean-Auguste-Dominique Ingres Painter · France
Zen and Buddhism have produced martial arts, because of the Buddhist injunction against weapons. Explain - Frederick Lenz Philosopher · USA
Every hour in itself, as it respects us in particular, is the only one we can call our own. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
Art is a magic which makes the hours melt away and even days dissolve into seconds - Leonora Carrington Painter · United Kingdom
It’s the hour when night breaks away from the day, my dove, let me go. - Jean Genet Playwright · France
A painter can turn pennies into gold, for all subjects are capable of being transformed into poems. - Jean-Auguste-Dominique Ingres Painter · France
Just film what’s there, trust what came before, one hour before, and make it easy. - Jean-Marc Vallee
