Veni, vidi, vici. (I came, I saw, I conquered.)
It is easier to find men who will volunteer to die than to find those who are willing to endure pain with patience.
Experience is the teacher of all things.
Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.
Men willingly believe what they wish.
The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones.
Let me have men about me that are fat, sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o’ nights. Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look; he thinks too much: such men are dangerous.
Beware the Ides of March.
Cowards die many times before their actual deaths.
Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, it seems to me most strange that men should fear; seeing that death, a necessary end, will come when it will come.
I love the name of honor more than I fear death.
Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.
Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look, he thinks too much; such men are dangerous.
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves.
Men at some time are masters of their fates.
Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.
Cry ‘havoc!’ and let slip the dogs of war.
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves, that we are underlings.
Julius Caesar Quotes part 2
I am constant as the northern star.
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears.
Beware the Ides of March.
Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.
Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look, he thinks too much; such men are dangerous.”
Men at some time are masters of their fates.
I love the name of honor more than I fear death.
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves.
Experience is the teacher of all things.
It is easier to find men who will volunteer to die than to find those who are willing to endure pain with patience.
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears!
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.
I am constant as the northern star.
Let me have men about me that are fat, sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o’ nights. Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look; he thinks too much: such men are dangerous.
It is not these well-fed long-haired men that I fear, but the pale and the hungry-looking.
Experience is the teacher of all things.
I love the name of honor more than I fear death.
It is not these well-fed long-haired men that I fear, but the pale and the hungry-looking.
Beware the Ides of March.
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.
I am constant as the northern star.
Beware, beware, beware the Ides of March.
Experience is the teacher of all things.
Men willingly believe what they wish.
I came, I saw, I conquered.
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