"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."
"Bid me run, and I will strive with things impossible."
"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"
"Death, a necessary end, will come when it will come"
"The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves."
"O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, / That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!"