Men at some time are masters of their fates...
Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius, That you would have me seek into myself For that which is not in me?
I was born free as Caesar; so were you
No, Cassius; for the eye sees not itself, But by reflection, by some other things.
Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself are much condemned to have an itching palm.
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.