Love withers under constraints: its very essence is liberty: it is compatible neither with obedience, jealousy, nor fear: it is there most pure, perfect, and unlimited where its votaries live in confidence, equality and unreserve. – Percy Bysshe Shelley
Surely all art is the result of ones having been in danger, of having gone through an experience all the way to the end, where no one can go any further. – Rainer Maria Rilke
