And Sir, it is no little thing to make mine eyes to sweat compassion.

More of your conversation would infect my brain.

They lie deadly that tell you have good faces.

These are the ushers of Martius: before himHe carries noise, and behind him he leaves tears.Death, that dark spirit, in's nervy arm doth lie, Which being advanc'd, declines, and then men die.

Let us revenge this withour pikes, ere we become rakes: for the gods know Ispeak this in hunger for bread, not in thirst for revenge.

If e'er again I meet him beard to beard, he's mine or I am his.

I think he'll be to Rome as is the osprey to the fish, who takes it by sovereignty of nature.

The glamorous colors of the sunset is inviting me

It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, more vengeance, more desolation. War is hell.

We all suffer our share of grief but we are stronger than our grief.

I was nervous and confident at the same, nervous about going out there in front of all those people, with so much at stake, and confident that I was going to go out there and win.

Objects seen in dreams should be manufactured and put on sale.

Leadership grit begets grit. Lead by example.

I need to keep working on myself for a while.

I'm always interested in people being able to share stories that allow us to see the landscape of human foibles, challenges, and ultimately triumph.

Our stories about our own lives are a form of fiction, I began to see and become more insistent as we grow older, even as we try to make them come out in some other way.

The relinquishing of the lesser is the gaining of the greater. Give up all and you gain all.