William Shakespeare

Mischief, thou art afoot; take thou what course thou wilt!

If we do meet again, why, we shall smile; if not, why then this parting was well made.

This was the most unkindest cut of all.

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

He was my friend, faithful and just to me.

It was Greek to me.

The ides of March are come. Ay, Caesar, but not gone.

I am no orator, as Brutus is; but, as you know me all, a plain blunt man.

For Brutus is an honourable man.

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