Life is like having a cup of coffee. You sit by the window, lift the cup, take a sip, only to realize that you forgot to add sugar, too lazy to go for it you somehow struggle to finish the the bitter drink, afterwards you discover undissolved sugar at the bottom. That's how life is, we are sometimes lazy and blinded to value what is around us and instead live in bitterness. Look around, maybe the sweetness of life you are looking is closer than you think.
Lord Maccon reflected upon the state of his life wherein he had somehow gained a spouse who could not give a pig's foot for the latest dresses out of Paris but who whined about not owning an aethographic transmitter. Well, at least the two were comparable obsessions so far as expense was concerned.
A fantastic actor in a scene that's just closed off will be good. But when working with a director who knows little tricks - correct music, slowly pushing in - that stunning performance will somehow become even better. I've always seen it as a symbiotic relationship.
As soon as you put men together, they somehow sink, corporatively, below the level of the worst of the individuals composing it. Collect scholars on a club committee, or men of science on a jury; all their virtues vanish, and their vices pop out, reinforced by the self-confidence which the power of numbers is bound to bestow.
It's like your whole life you 've been falling toward the earth, until the moment someone catches you. And you realise that somehow you 've caught her at the same time. And together, instead of falling, you might be able to fly.