“my dreams were all my own; i accounted for them to nobody; they were my refuge when annoyed - my dearest pleasure when free.” — mary shelley c. 1831

“…all that grace, all the movement, all the shifting colors of the sky, all bewitching sunsets that have been deeply imprinted in my soul’s most secret depths.” — nikos kazantzakis, from a letter to andonis anemoyannis c. february 1903

“i am incapable of conceiving infinity, and yet i do not accept finity. i want this adventure that is the context of my life to go on without end.” — simone de beauvoir, la vieillesse c. 1970