When God closes a door, somewhere he opens a window. -- Sound of Music

My Favorite Shakespeare Poem:
He jests at scars that never felt a wound,
But soft!
What light through yonder window breaks?
Its is the east and Juliet is the sun,
Arise fair sun and kill the envious moon who is already sick and pale with grief
That thou her maid art far more far than she,
Be not her maid since she is envious,
Her vestal livery is but sick and green
And none but fools do wear it-- cast it off!