All Quotes

"Real programmers don't comment their code. If it was hard to write it should be hard to understand."

"Rebellion to tyrants [or resistance to tyranny] is obedience to God."

"Remember, remember! The fifth of November, The Gunpowder treason and plot; I know of no reason Why the Gunpowder treason Should ever be forgot!"

"Remember the Alamo!"

"Send him victorious, Happy and glorious, Long to reign over us, God save the king."

"Some talk of Alexander, and some of Hercules; Of Hector and Lysander, and such great names as these. But of all the world's brave heroes, there's none that can compare, With a tow, row row, row row, row row, to the British grenadier."

"The 'Almighty Dollar' is the only object of worship."

"The law locks up the man or woman Who steals the goose from off the common; But leaves the greater villain loose Who steals the common from the goose."

"The two best days in a boat owner’s life are the day they buy a boat and the day they sell it."

"There are 'quips and quillets' which seem actual conundrums, but yet are none. Of such is this: 'Why does a chicken cross the street?' Are you 'out of town?' Do you 'give it up?' Well, then: 'Because it wants to get on the other side!'"

"There was crying in Granada when the sun was going down, Some calling on the Trinity, some calling on Mahoun; Here pass'd away the Koran, there in the Cross was borne, And here was heard the Christian bell, and there the Moorish horn;Te Deum Laudamus was up the Alcala sung: Down from the Alhamra's minarets were all the crescents flung; The arms thereon of Arragon they with Castille's display; One king comes in in triumph, one weeping goes away."

"Think globally, act locally."

"Tho' lost to sight, to memory dear."

"What is mind?—No matter. What is matter?—Never mind. What is spirit?—That's quite immaterial."

"Whatever you have to say, my friend, Whether witty or grave or gay, Condense as much as ever you can, And say it the readiest way; And whether you write of rural affairs Or of matter and things in town, Just take a word of friendly advice— Boil it down."

"Au clair de la lune, Mon ami Pierrot, Prête-moi ta plume Pour écrire un mot. Ma chandelle est morte, Je n'ai plus de feu. Ouvre-moi ta porte Pour l'amour de Dieu."

"Bons fut li siecles al tens ancienor, Quer feit i ert e justise et amor, Si ert credance, dont or n'i at nul prot. Toz est mudez, perdude at sa color, Ja mais n'iert tels com fut als ancessors."

"Le mort saisit le vif. Le roi est mort, vive le roi!"

"Ni Dieu ni maître."

"Εἴθ᾿ ἄπυρον καλὸν γενοίμην μέγα χρυσίον, καί με καλὴ γυνὴ φοροίη καθαρὸν θεμένη νόον."

"Ἦλθ’ ἦλθε χελιδὼν καλὰς ὥρας ἄγουσα, καλοὺς ἐνιαυτούς, ἐπὶ γαστέρα λευκά, ἐπὶ νῶτα μέλαινα."

"Adeste fideles læti triumphantes, Venite, venite in Bethlehem. Natum videte Regem angelorum: Venite adoremus Dominum."

"Cume tonas, Leucesie, prae tet tremonti Quom tibei cunei, dextumum tonaront."

"Enos Lases iuuate (thrice). Neue lue rue Marmar sins incurrere in pleores. (thrice) Satur fu, fere Mars: limen sali, sta berber. (thrice) Enos Marmor iuuato. (thrice) Triumpe, triumpe, triumpe, triumpe, triumpe!"

"Gaudeamus igitur, Iuvenes dum sumus! Post iucundam iuventutem Post molestam senectutem Nos habebit humus."

"Illegitimi non carborundum."

"Listen to the Exhortation of the Dawn! Look to this Day! For it is Life, the very Life of Life. In its brief Course lie all the Varieties and Realities of your Existence: The Bliss of Growth, The Glory of Action, The Splendour of Beauty; For Yesterday is but a Dream And Tomorrow is only a Vision; But Today well lived makes Every Yesterday a Dream of Happiness, And every Tomorrow a Vision of Hope. Look well therefore to this Day! Such is the Salutation of the Dawn!"

"Beware the ides of March."

"And it is very much lamented, Brutus, That you have no such mirrors as will turn Your hidden worthiness into your eye."

"Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius, That you would have me seek into myself For that which is not in me?"

"Men at some time are masters of their fates: The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings."

"Let me have men about me that are fat; Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o' nights. Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look; He thinks too much: such men are dangerous."

"Cassius: Did Cicero say anything? Casca: Ay, he spoke Greek. Cassius: To what effect? Casca: Nay, an I tell you that I'll ne'er look you i' the face again: but those that understood him smiled at one another, and shook their heads; but, for mine own part, it was Greek to me."

"For who so firm that cannot be seduced?"

"Indeed, it is a strange disposed time: But men may construe things after their fashion, Clean from the purpose of the things themselves."

"So every bondman in his own hand bears The power to cancel his captivity."

"Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come."

"Caesar: The ides of March are come. Soothsayer: Aye, Caesar, but not gone."

"Know, Caesar dost not wrong, nor without cause Will he be satisfied."

"I could be well moved if I were as you. If I could pray to move, prayers would move me. But I am constant as the Northern Star, Of whose true-fix'd and resting quality There is no fellow in the firmament. The skies are painted with unnumbered sparks; They are all fire, and every one doth shine; But there's but one in all doth hold his place."

"Speak, hands, for me!"

"Et tu, Brute? — Then fall, Caesar!"

"How many ages hence Shall this our lofty scene be acted over, In states unborn and accents yet unknown!"

"So often shall the knot of us be call'd, The men who gave their country liberty."

"As fire drives out fire, so pity, pity."

"O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!"

"And Caesar’s spirit, ranging for revenge, With Ate by his side come hot from hell, Shall in these confines with a monarch’s voice Cry Havoc! and let slip the dogs of war."

"As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him; but as he was ambitious I slew him. There is tears for his love; joy for his fortune; honour for his valour; and death for his ambition."

"Let him be Caesar:"

"Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones; So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus Hath told you Caesar was ambitious: If it were so, it was a grievous fault; And grievously hath Caesar answer'd it. Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest, — For Brutus is an honorable man; So are they all, all honorable men, — Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me: But Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honorable man."