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.
Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.
Let me have men about me that are fat, sleek-headed men, and such as sleep a-nights.
Cry ‘Havoc!’ and let slip the dogs of war.
Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale her infinite variety.
This was the noblest Roman of them all.
There is a tide in the affairs of men, which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune.
Beware the ides of March.
I am constant as the Northern Star.
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!
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your eyes, that I may see justice served.
Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world like a Colossus.
Caesar’s spirit, ranging for revenge, with Ate by his side, come hot from hell.
There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats; for I am armed so strong in honesty that they pass me by like the idle wind.
Men at some time are masters of their fates.
Cowards die many times before their actual deaths.
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.
O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts, and men have lost their reason.
The abuse of greatness is when it disjoins remorse from power.
But Brutus says he was ambitious, and Brutus is an honorable man.
I could be well moved if I were as you. If I could pray to move, prayers would move me.
Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more.
As he was valiant, I honor him; but, as he was ambitious, I slew him.
This was the most unkindest cut of all.
I am as constant as the Northern Star.
Et tu, Brute?
You show your strength by crushing the weak.
The rumors of my death have been greatly exaggerated.
History is written by the victors.
The only way to do great work is to love what you do.
I have not failed. I’ve just found 10,000 ways that won’t work.
The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.
If you’re going through hell, keep going.
Success is not final, failure is not fatal: it is the courage to continue that counts.
I have nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears, and sweat.
The best way to predict the future is to create it.
The only limit to our realization of tomorrow will be our doubts of today.
Courage is not the absence of fear, but the triumph over it.
The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.
We must be the change we wish to see in the world.
Don’t let yesterday take up too much of today.
In the end, it’s not the years in your life that count. It’s the life in your years.
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