“To love, beautiful Isadora, is to live in a world of the heart’s own creation - all whose forms and colours are as brilliant as they are deceptive and unreal.  To those who love there is neither day or night, summer or winter, society or solitude.  They have but two eras in their heart’s calendar - presence - absence.  These are the substitutes for all the distinctions of nature and society.  The world to them contains but one individual, - and that individual is to them the world as well as its single inmate.” - Charles Robert Maturin