All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players. Our fears do make us traitors. There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, that are dreamt of in your philosophy. The first thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers. I have come to bury Caesar not to praise him.
Conscience is but a word that cowards use, devised at first to keep the strong in awe.
Things sweet to taste prove in digestion sour. For the apparel oft proclaims the man. It is a custom more honoured in the breach than the observance. The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves, that we are underlings. Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world like a Colossus.