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• 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.
  Men at some time are masters of their fates: The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings....
• It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves. -- Shakespeare
• Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, Which we ascribe to Heaven.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), All 's Well that Ends Well -- Act i, Sc. 1...
• Brutus. Then I shall see thee again? Ghost. Ay, at Philippi.
  Brutus. Why, I will see thee at Philippi, then. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Julius Caesar -- Act iv, Sc....
• For Brutus is an honourable man; So are they all, all honourable men.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Julius Caesar -- Act iii, Sc. 2...
• A friend should bear his friend's infirmities, But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Julius Caesar -- Act iv, Sc. 3...
• T is a fault to Heaven, A fault against the dead, a fault to nature, To reason most absurd.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act i, Sc. 2...
• We are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.
  -- William Shakespeare, The Tempe...
• We that are in the vaward of our youth. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry IV -- Act i, Sc.
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