Quotes from Julius Caesar

Et tu, Brute? Then fall, Caesar!

Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.

Beware the ides of March.

The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves, that we are underlings.

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

But Brutus says he was ambitious; and Brutus is an honourable man.

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.

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.

This was the most unkindest cut of all.

This was the noblest Roman of them all.

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!'

But I am constant as the northern star, of whose true-fix'd and resting quality there is no fellow in the firmament.

Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more.

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

O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts, and men have lost their reason.

And Caesar's spirit, ranging for revenge, with Ate by his side come hot from hell, shall in these confines with a monarch's voice cry 'Havoc!'

O, what a fall was there, my countrymen! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us.

O mighty Caesar! dost thou lie so low? Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils, shrunk to this little measure?