"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."
"The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves."
"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)"
"O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, / That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!"
"The evil that men do lives after them;The good is oft interred with their bones."