One of my dreams, Mother, is to have, someday, a little joy of a bungalow, on the edge of the woods and mountains near a crowded city, which shall be open just as some people’s hearts are open, to friends of all classes and types…as democratic a meeting place…where millionaires and laborers, proferssors and illiterates, the splended and the ignoble, meet constantly together.

- Pauline Schindler, in a letter to her Mother, 1916