AND LIKEWISE, KNOWING THAT I LOVED MY BOOKS, HIS KINDNESS PROVIDED ME WITH A NUMBER OF VOLUMES FROM MY LIBRARY, WHICH ARE MORE PRECIOUS TO ME THAN MY DUCHY. » ———————————– JESSICA: I WILL BE SAVED BY MY HUSBAND, HE MADE ME A CHRISTIAN. THE BUFFET: THE TRUTH IS, HE IS ALL THE MORE GUILTY, WE WERE ENOUGH CHRISTIANS BEFORE, AS MANY AS IT TOOK TO BE ABLE TO LIVE ON EACH OTHER: THIS MANUFACTURE OF CHRISTIANS WILL RAISE THE PRICE OF THE PIG – IF WE ALL BECOME PIG EATERS, WE WILL SOON NO LONGER BE ABLE TO FIND A SLICE OF BACON TO GRILL FOR OUR MONEY. ———————————– MALCOLM: IT’S NOT SO LONG A NIGHT THAT IT DOESN’T FIND DAYLIGHT. (MALCOLM: THE NIGHT IS LONG, THAT NEVER FINDS THE DAY.) ———————————– THE KING: THERE IS NO ART TO DECIPHER A SOUL ON A FACE. (KING: THERE’S NO ART TO FIND THE MIND’S CONSTRUCTION IN THE FACE.) ———————————– JULIETTE – OH, DON’T SWEAR BY THE MOON, THE FICKLE STAR WHICH VARIES ALL MONTH LONG ON ITS ORBIT, I WOULD BE TOO SCARED MAY YOUR LOVE NOT BE SO CHANGING. ———————————– DESPERATE ILLS REQUIRE DESPERATE REMEDIES, OR NONE AT ALL. ———————————– BUCKINGHAM: WE RECOGNIZE YOUR TENDERNESS OF HEART AND THIS SWEET, KIND, FEMININE COMPASSION THAT WE NOTICED IN YOU WITH REGARD TO YOUR RELATIVES, AS A MATTER OF FACT, TO EVERYONE. ———————————– CASSIUS: MEN AT CERTAIN TIMES ARE MASTERS OF THEIR DESTINIES. THE FAULT, DEAR BRUTUS, IS NOT IN OUR STARS BUT WITHIN OURSELVES, IF WE ARE UNDERLINGS. ———————————– (CASSIUS: 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.)