“And since you know you cannot see yourself, so well as by reflection, I, your glass, will modestly discover to yourself, that of yourself which you yet know not of.”
“The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones.”
“Beware the ides of March.”
“Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look; He thinks too much: such men are dangerous.”
“Bid me run, and I will strive with things impossible.”
“Not that I lov’d Caesar less, but that I lov’d Rome more.”
“It seems to me most strange that men should fear, Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.”
“His life was gentle; and the elements, So mixed in him that Nature might stand up, And say to all the world, ‘This was a man!‘”
“You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things!”
“Set honor in one eye and death i’ the other, And I will look on both indifferently; For let the gods so speed me as I love, The name of honor more than I fear death.”
“There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; Omitted, all the voyage of their life, Is bound in shallows and in miseries.”
“O Judgment! Thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason!”
“There are no tricks in plain and simple faith.”
“If then that friend demands why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my answer: Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more.”
“But I am constant as the Northern Star, Of whose true fixed and resting quality, There is no fellow in the firmament.”
“Set a huge mountain ‘tween my heart and tongue! I have a man’s mind, but a woman’s might.”
“When beggars die, there are no comets seen; The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.”
“Our hearts you see not; they are pitiful; And pity to the general wrong of Rome- As fire drives out fire, so pity- Hath done this deed on Caesar.”
“Let me have men about me that are fat… Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look. He thinks too much: such men are dangerous.”
“And it is very much lamented,… That you have no such mirrors as will turn, Your hidden worthiness into your eye, That you might see your shadow.”
“As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honor him; but, as he was ambitious, I slew him.”
“I love the name of honour more than I fear death.”
“Now let it work. Mischief, thou art afoot. Take thou what course thou wilt.”
“O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!”
