Mr. Philippe Zdar is a little bit like the uncle of the whole Daft Punk-Phoenix-Air thing in Paris and known for being in the group Cassius. It was interesting working with Philippe.
Men at some time are masters of their fates.
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.
I was born free as Caesar; so were you
If they ever let me in the ring with him [Cassius Clay], I'm liable to be put away for murder.
Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius, That you would have me seek into myself For that which is not in me?
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.
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.
No, Cassius; for the eye sees not itself, But by reflection, by some other things.
Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look
So get the start of the majestic world And bear the palm alone.
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.
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.
