Sonnet 20

A woman's face with Nature's own hand painted
Hast thou, the master mistress of my passion;
A woman's gentle heart but not acquainted
With shifting change as is false women's fashion;
An eye more bright than theirs, less false in rolling,
Gilding the object whereupon it gazeth;
A man in hue all hues in his controlling,
Which steals men's eyes and women's soul amazeth.
And for a woman wert thou first created,
Till Nature as she wrought thee fell a-doting,
And by addition me of thee defeated,
By adding one thing to my purpose nothing.
But since she pricked thee out for women's pleasure,
Mine be thy love, and thy love's use their treasure.

-William Shakespeare, Sonnets

The hour has come for you to wake up from your slumber, because our salvation is nearer now than when we first believed. The night is nearly over; the day is almost here. So let us put aside the deeds of darkness and put on the armor of light.

 

-Romans 13:11b-12

"Young Frankenstein" Quote

Inga: "Werewolf!"
Dr. Fred Frankenstein: "Werewolf?"
Igor: "There."
Dr. Fred Frankenstein: "What?"
Igor: "There, wolf. There, castle."
Dr. Fred Frankenstein: "Why are you talking that way?"
Igor: "I thought you wanted to."
Dr. Fred Frankenstein: "No, I don't want to."
Igor: [shrugs] "Suit yourself. I'm easy."