There’s nothing in all the world I want but you and your precious love. All the material things are nothing. I’d just hate to live a sordid, colorless existence, because you’d soon love me less, and less, and I’d do anything, anything, to keep your heart for my own. I don’t want to live, I want to love first, and live incidentally… Don’t, don’t ever think of the things you can’t give me. You’ve trusted me with the dearest heart of all, and it’s so damn much more than anybody else in all the world has ever had. ~ Zelda Fitzgerald to F. Scott Fitzgerald (1919)