William Shakespeare quotes

O that a man might know the end of this day's business ere it come!

Cry "Havoc," and let slip the dogs of war.

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.

Et tu, Brute!

But, for my own part, it was Greek to me.

Beware the ides of March.

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.

There is a tide in the affairs of men
Which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
Omitted, all the voyage of their life
Is bound in shallows and in miseries.

For Brutus is an honourable man;
So are they all, all honourable men.

How many ages hence
Shall this our lofty scene be acted over
In states unborn and accents yet unknown!