Venid a mí en mis sueños, y luego durante el día estaré bien otra vez. Porque entonces la noche más que pagará el anhelo desesperado del día. - Matthew Arnold

Alas, is even Love too weak to unlock the heart and let it speak? Are even lovers powerless to reveal To one another what indeed they feel?

I keep saying, Shakspeare, Shakspeare, you are as obscure as life is.

For what wears out the life of mortal men?
'Tis that from change to change their being rolls:
'Tis that repeated shocks, again, again,
Exhaust the energy of the strongest souls,
And numb the elastic powers.
Till having us'd our nerves with bliss and teen,
And tir'd upon a thousand schemes our wit,
To the just-pausing Genius we remit
Our worn out life, and are — what we have been.

- The Scholar Gipsy