This was the noblest Roman of them all. All the conspirators, save only he,Did that they did in envy of Caesar;He only, in a general honest thoughtAnd common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle, and the elementsSo mixd in him that Nature might stand upAnd say to all the world, This was a man!

In such business Action is eloquence, and the eyes of th’ ignorant More learned than the ears.

Love is a wonderful, terrible thing

A harmless necessary cat.

I fill up a place, which may be better... when I have made it empty.

Awake, awake, English nobility! Let not sloth dim your horrors new-begot.

These flowers are like the pleasures of the world.