Able Quotations | Page 7

Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?

How use doth breed a habit in a man.

Thou art all the comfort, The Gods will diet me with.

The law hath not been dead, though it hath slept.

He hath eaten me out of house and home.

For Brutus is an honourable man; So are they all, all honourable men.

Small to greater matters must give way.

From this day forward until the end of the world...we in it shall be remembered...we band of brothers.

Although the last, not least.

I will make a Star-chamber matter of it.