“Caesar, Now be still, I killed not thee with half so good a will"?”

“Hail, Caesar, those who are about to die salute thee.- ”

“I kissed thee ere I killed thee. No way but this, Killing myself, to die upon a kiss.”

“Part of my soul I seek thee, and claim thee my other half”

“Men like Caesar and Pompey--they're not heroes, Meto. They're monsters. They call their greed and ambition "honour," and to satisfy their so-called honour they'll tear the world apart. But who am I to judge them? Every man does what he must, to protect his share of the world. What's the difference between killing whole villages and armies, and killing a single man? Caesar's reasons and mine are different only in degree. The consequences and the suffering still spread to the innocent (Gordianus the Finder to his son Meto)”

“They whispered to Caesar that he was mortal, then sold daggers at half-price in the grand March sale.”