I count religion but a childish toy, and hold there is no sin but ignorance

Quote by Christopher Marlowe

Topics: Sin Quotes

Jigging veins of rhyming mother wits.

Jigging veins of rhyming mother wits.

Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscribed In one self place, for where we are...

Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscribed In one self place, for where we are...

There is no sin but ignorance.

There is no sin but ignorance.

While money doesn't buy love, it puts you in a great bargaining position.

While money doesn't buy love, it puts you in a great bargaining position.

Our swords shall play the orators for us.

Our swords shall play the orators for us.

You stars that reigned at my nativity, whose influence hath allotted death and hell.

You stars that reigned at my nativity, whose influence hath allotted death and hell.

Live and die in Aristotle's works.

Live and die in Aristotle's works.

Ugly hell, gape not! come not, Lucifer! I'll burn my books!

Ugly hell, gape not! come not, Lucifer! I'll burn my books!

Goodness is beauty in the best estate.

Goodness is beauty in the best estate.

Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscribed In one self place, for where we are...

Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscribed In one self place, for where we are...

O, thou art fairer than the evening air clad in the beauty of a thousand...

O, thou art fairer than the evening air clad in the beauty of a thousand...

Is it not passing brave to be a King and ride in triumph through Persepolis?

Is it not passing brave to be a King and ride in triumph through Persepolis?

Above our life we love a steadfast friend.

Above our life we love a steadfast friend.

Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?

Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?

I count religion but a childish toy, and hold there is no sin but ignorance.

I count religion but a childish toy, and hold there is no sin but ignorance.

That perfect bliss and sole felicity, the sweet fruition of an earthly crown.

That perfect bliss and sole felicity, the sweet fruition of an earthly crown.

Accurst be he that first invented war.

Accurst be he that first invented war.

Confess and be hanged.

Confess and be hanged.

Virtue is the fount whence honour springs.

Virtue is the fount whence honour springs.

Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, and burnt the topless towers of...

Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, and burnt the topless towers of...