Brutus Quotes

It is better to be feared than loved.

I love the name of honor, more than I fear death.

No one can be both a traitor and a true friend.

The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves.

Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.

The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones.

Let me be a free man, free to travel, free to stop, free to work, free to trade where I choose, free to choose my own teachers, free to follow the religion of my fathers, free to think and talk and act for myself.

There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune.

I came, I saw, I conquered.

The noblest man that ever lived in the tide of times.

When beggars die there are no comets seen; the heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.

Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.

This was the most unkindest cut of all.

Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look; he thinks too much: such men are dangerous.

I have always been Caesar’s man.

Men at some time are masters of their fates.

If then that friend demand why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my answer: Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more.

I am constant as the Northern Star.

The abuse of greatness is when it disjoins remorse from power.

Beware the ides of March.

There is a tide in the affairs of men.

I did love Caesar, but I loved Rome more.

Cowards die many times before their deaths.

I have the same dagger for myself, when it shall please my country to need my death.

I am no orator, as Brutus is.

Good reasons must of force give place to better.

Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more.

As he was valiant, I honour him. But as he was ambitious, I slew him.

I will entertain any honest proposal without prejudice.

The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings.

The wives of Julius Caesar are all about the sign.

My ancestors did from the streets of Rome, The Tarquin drive, when he was called a king.

Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice, And could of men distinguish her election, I have not slept.

Cassius, I do not want to know your secrets!

Now let it work. Mischief, thou art afoot, Take thou what course thou wilt.

To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue.

If I have veiled my look, I turn the trouble of my countenance Merely upon myself.

Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires!

There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats.

You are my true and honourable wife.

If it could be no better, I would gladly have lost my life.

I cannot drink too much of Brutus’ love.

And put a tongue in every wound of Caesar’s That should move the stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.

And if he be sad, it were a blot upon his goodly reputation.

Good friends, go in and taste some wine with me.