Every moment is a new and shocking transvaluation of all we have ever been.
There will be time, there will be time To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet.
The more perfect the artist, the more completely separate in him will be the man who suffers and the mind which creates.
We must learn to suffer more.
Where is the Life we lost in living?
I do not believe that any writer has ever exposed this bovarysme, the human will to see things as they are not, more clearly than Shakespeare.