beyond this place of wrath and tears looms but the horror of the shade

Life is, I think, a blunder and a shame.

Men may scoff, and men may pray, But they pay Every pleasure with a pain.

Shakespeare and Rembrandt have in common the faculty of quickening speculation and compelling the minds of men to combat and discussion.

O, it's die we must, but it's live we can, And the marvel of earth and sun Is all for the joy of woman and man And the longing that makes them one." (Between the Dusk of a Summer Night, 13-16)

beyond this place of wrath and tears looms but the horror of the shade

This is the merit and distinction of art: to be more real than reality, to be not nature but nature's essence.