Julius Caesar Quotes

“Et tu, Brute?”

“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. 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.”

“Men at some time are masters of their fates.”

“Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world Like a Colossus; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.”

“Cry ‘havoc,’ and let slip the dogs of war.”

“Beware the ides of March.”

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

“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.”

“His life was gentle; and the elements So mix’d in him that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, ‘This was a man!‘”

“Not that I lov’d Caesar less, but that I lov’d Rome more.”

“There are no tricks in plain and simple faith.”

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

“Bid me run, and I will strive with things impossible.”

“And since you know you cannot see yourself, so well as by reflection, I, your glass, will modestly discover to yourself, that of yourself which you yet know not of.”

“But I am constant as the Northern Star, Of whose true fixed and resting quality There is no fellow in the firmament.”

“Let me have men about me that are fat... Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look. He thinks too much: such men are dangerous.”

“I love the name of honour more than I fear death.”

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

“And it is very much lamented,... That you have no such mirrors as will turn Your hidden worthiness into your eye That you might see your shadow.”

“O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!”

“I have not slept. Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream: The Genius and the mortal instruments Are then in council; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.”

“You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things!”

“He reads much; He is a great observer; and he looks Quite through the deeds of men.”

“He reads much; He is a great observer; and he looks Quite through the deeds of men.”

“He loves no plays, . . . he hears no music; Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort As if he mock’d himself and scorn’d his spirit That could be moved to smile at any thing.”

“O Judgment! Thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason!”