"We have an interval, and then our place knows us no more. Some spend this interval in listelessness, some in high passions, the wisest, at least among the children of this world, in art and song. For our one chance lies in expanding this interval, in getting as many pulsations as possible into the given time. Great passions may give us this quickened sense of life, ecstasy and sorrow of love, the various forms of enthusiastic activity, disinterested or otherwise, which come naturally to many of us. Only be sure it is passion - that it does yield you this fruit of a quickened, multiplied consciousness. Art comes to you proposing frankly to give nothing but the highest quality to your moments as they pass, and simply for those moments sake"

-Victor Hugo