“…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. feb. 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