Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.
Love is the greatest of dreams, yet the worst of nightmares.
The apparel oft proclaims the man.
Time travels at different speeds for different people. I can tell you who time strolls for, who it trots for, who it gallops for, and who it stops cold for.
If I be waspish, best beware my sting.
So will I turn her virtue into pitch, And out of her own goodness make the net That shall enmesh them all.