I'm an airy young woman, with a heart filled with nothing but passions for the smallest details of life. Sing your heart out, laugh while the mosquitoes bite, and pray for the best. Travel, explore, delight yourself. Never immiserate in the could-have-beens, the whys, or why nots. See beyond all complexities; instead, look ahead while all else is commonplace and simple. The world awaits you, your smile, and your love. And do remember, that love may be all that is commonplace for any one person. And while you love, or smile, or laugh, do it with passion and bright eyes.
Beryl Markham (1902-1986). Aviator, adventurer, writer. Of her book, West with the Night, Hemingway wrote: "She has written so well, and marvellously well, that I was completely ashamed of myself as a writer. I felt that I was simply a carpenter with words, picking up whatever was furnished on the job and nailing them together and sometimes making an okay pig pen. But this girl, who is to my knowledge very unpleasant and we might even say a high-grade bitch, can write rings around all of us who consider ourselves as writers … it really is a bloody wonderful book."