But it is the nature of stars to cross, and never was Shakespeare more wrong than when he has Cassius note, ‘The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars But in ourselves.
Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius, That you would have me seek into myself For that which is not in me?
Forever, and forever, farewell, Cassius! If we do meet again, why, we shall smile; If not, why then this parting was well made.
Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more.
No, Cassius; for the eye sees not itself, But by reflection, by some other things.
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.
Let me have men about me that are fat. . . Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look. He thinks too much: such men are dangerous.
Put yourself out on a limb, sucka, like me!
The images of twenty of the most illustrious families the Manlii, the Quinctii, and other names of equal splendour were carried before it [the bier of Junia]. Those of Brutus and Cassius were not displayed; but for that very reason they shone with pre-eminent lustre.
If Ali says a mosquito can pull a plow, don't ask how. Hitch him up.
Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look
Men at some time are masters of their fates.
Cassius and Brutus were the more distinguished for that very circumstance that their portraits were absent. [Lat. , Praefulgebant Cassius atque Brutus eo ipso, quod effigies eorum non videbantur. ]
Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself are much condemned to have an itching palm.
Every time I look in the mirror, I see that kid from Louisville, Kentucky, staring back at me. His name was Cassius Clay.
I was born free as Caesar; so were you
When I heard the truth about my name was not Cassius Clay, like I knew a black man in America named John Hawkins. Now, you know who John Hawkins was. He was a slave trader from England. But the white people of that time, if one had five slaves and his name was Jones, they would be called Jones' property. [. . . ] Now that I'm free, now that I'm no longer a slave, then I want a name of my ancestors.
He [Cassius Clay] became a Black Muslim, which is a pseudo-religion for unbright neurotics who feel the need to hate all white people.
If they ever let me in the ring with him [Cassius Clay], I'm liable to be put away for murder.
So get the start of the majestic world And bear the palm alone.
