The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselve... - William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar
"The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves."
"The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves."
"Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow worldLike a Colossus; and we petty menWalk under his huge legs, and peep aboutTo find ourselves dishonourable graves."
"Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him; The evil that men do lives after them, The good is oft interred with their bones"
"Of all the wonders that I have heard,It seems to me most strange that men should fear;Seeing death, a necessary end,Will come when it will come.(Act II, Scene 2)"
"Bid me run, and I will strive with things impossible."
"His life was gentle; and the elementsSo mixed in him, that Nature might stand upAnd say to all the world, THIS WAS A MAN!"