A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse!

A man in all the world's new fashion planted,<br /> That hath a mint of phrases in his brain.

You gain strength, courage and confidence by every experience in which you stop to look fear in the face.

Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears;<br /> I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.<br /> The evil that men do lives after them;<br /> The good...

For Brutus is an honourable man;<br /> So are they all, all honourable men.

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

Now cracks a noble heart. Good night sweet prince:<br /> And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!

The rest is silence.

Beware the ides of March.

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

Let me have men about me that are fat,<br /> Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o' nights:<br /> Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look;<br /> He thinks...

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

A hit, a very palpable hit.

So full of artless jealousy is guilt,<br /> It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.

I must be cruel, only to be kind:<br /> Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.

For 'tis the sport to have the engineer<br /> Hoist with his own petard...

O, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven;<br /> It hath the primal eldest curse upon 't,<br /> A brother's murder.

My words fly up, my thoughts remain below:<br /> Words without thoughts never to heaven go.

The lady doth protest too much, methinks.

I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God has given you one face, and you make yourselves another.