Sunday, August 31, 2014

Tabito

Dear Valeria,

Rather than
Speaking wise words,
Drinking wine,
Weeping drunkenly
That seems far better.

Kanpai!

Ōtomo no Tabito

Saturday, August 30, 2014

Henri

Dear Valeria,

I went out on the street like an exile, I who am an everyday man, who resemble everybody else so much, too much. I went through the streets and crossed the squares with my eyes fixed upon things without seeing them. I was walking, but I seemed to be falling from dream to dream, from desire to desire. A door ajar, an open window gave me a pang. A woman passing by grazed against me, a woman who told me nothing of what she might have told me. I dreamed of her tragedy and of mine. She entered a house, she disappeared, she was dead.

Sincerely,

Henri Barbusse

Friday, August 29, 2014

Thursday, August 28, 2014

Ruth

Dear Valeria,

Never give up.
And never, under any circumstances, face the facts.

Best wishes,

Ruth Gordon

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Irving

Dear Valeria,

There seemed to be that same fierce quest after truth, the same unafraid penetration, the same feeling that character is beauty, no matter how sordid it may appear.

Yours,

Irving Stone

Monday, August 25, 2014

Friedrich

Liebe Valeria,

To invent stories about a world other than this one has no meaning at all, unless an instinct of slander, belittling, and suspicion against life is strong in us: in that case, we avenge ourselves against life with a phantasmagoria of another, a better life.

Mit freundlichen Grüßen,

Friedrich Nietzsche

Sunday, August 24, 2014

Simone

Dear Valeria,

One can never really give a proof of the reality of anything; reality is not something open to proof, it is something established. It is established just because proof is not enough. It is this characteristic of language, at once indispensable and inadequate, which shows the reality of the external world.

Best wishes,

Simone Weil

Saturday, August 23, 2014

Jean

Chère Valeria,

On trouve aux champs pastoureaux sans brebis,
Clercs sans habits, prêtres sans bréviaire
Châteaux sans tours, granges sans fouragiz,
Bourgs sans logis, étables sans seulis,
Chambres sans lits, autels sans luminaire,
Murs sans parfaire, églises sans refaire,
Villes sans maire et cloîtres sans nonnettes
Guerre commet plusieurs faits deshonnêtes.

Vôtre,

Jean Molinet

Friday, August 22, 2014

Vladimir

Dear Vava,

We observe that, actually, the number of functions is quite limited. Only some 31 functions may be noted. The action of all tales included in our material develops within the limits of these functions. The same may also be said for the action of a great many other tales of the most dissimilar peoples. Further, if we read through all of the functions, one after another, we observe that one function develops out of another with logical and artistic necessity. We see that not a single function excludes another. They all belong to a single axis and not, as has already been mentioned, to a number of axes.

Kind regards,

Vladimir Propp

Thursday, August 21, 2014

Mary

Dear Valeria,

Men, that have not sense enough to show any superiority in their arguments, hope to be yielded to by a faith that, as they are men, all the reason that has been allotted to human kind had fallen to their share.

I am seriously of another opinion.

Yours sincerely,

Lady Mary Wortley Montagu

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Karla

Dear Vale,

“People always say to me
"What do you think you'd like to be
When you grow up?"
And I say, "Why,
I think I'd like to be the sky
Or be a plane or train or mouse
Or maybe a haunted house
Or something furry, rough and wild...
Or maybe I will stay a child.”

your affectionate,

Karla Kuskin

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Gaius

Dear Valeria Victrix,

When the dictatorship was offered to me, both in my presence and my absence, by the people and senate, when Marcus Marcellus and Lucius Arruntius were consuls I did not accept it. I did not evade the curatorship of grain in the height of the food shortage, which I so arranged that within a few days I freed the entire city from the present fear and danger by my own expense and administration. When the annual and perpetual consulate was then again offered to me, I did not accept it.

Imperator Gaius Julius Caesar Octavianus Augustus, gives greetings.

Sunday, August 17, 2014

Charlotte

Dear Valeria

It is not that women are really smaller-minded, weaker-minded, more timid and vacillating, but that whosoever, man or woman, lives always in a small, dark place, is always guarded, protected, directed and restrained, will become inevitably narrowed and weakened by it.

Best regards,

Charlotte Perkins Gilman

Saturday, August 16, 2014

Bela

My sweet Valeria,

I have never met a vampire personally, but I don't know what might happen tomorrow.

Kisses,

Bela Lugosi

Friday, August 15, 2014

Macbeth

Dear Valeria,

Bring me no more reports; let them fly all:
Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane
I cannot taint with fear. What's the boy Malcolm?
Was he not born of woman? The spirits that know
All mortal consequences have pronounc'd me thus,—
"Fear not, Macbeth; no man that's born of woman
Shall e'er have power upon thee."—Then fly, false thanes,
And mingle with the English epicures:
The mind I sway by, and the heart I bear,
Shall never sag with doubt nor shake with fear.


Glory to ye,

Mac Bethad mac Findlaích, called Rí Deircc, King of Scotland

Thursday, August 14, 2014

Bertolt

Dear Valeria,

Art is not a mirror held up to reality
but a hammer with which to shape it.

All the best,

Bertolt Brecht

Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Radegonde

Dear Valeria,

Oh, sad state of war, malevolent destiny
That fells proud kingdoms in a sudden slide!
The rooves that stood so long in happiness are broken
To lie fallen beneath the vast charred ruin.
The palace courts, where art once flouished
Are vaulted now with sad, glowing ashes.
Towers artfully gilded, then shone golden-red,
Now drifting ashes blur the glitter to pallor.

Yours,

Radegonde de Poitiers

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

William

Valeria,

I must Create a System, or be enslav'd by another Man's. I will not Reason & Compare; my business is to Create.




William Blake

Monday, August 11, 2014

Edith

Dear Valeria,

When Lily woke on the morning after her translation to the Emporium Hotel, her first feeling was one of purely physical satisfaction. The force of contrast gave an added keenness to the luxury of lying once more in a soft-pillowed bed, and looking across a spacious sunlit room at a breakfast-table set invitingly near the fire. Analysis and introspection might come later; but for the moment she was not even troubled by the excesses of the upholstery or the restless convolutions of the furniture. The sense of being once more lapped and folded in ease, as in some dense mild medium impenetrable to discomfort, effectually stilled the faintest note of criticism.

When, the afternoon before, she had presented herself to the lady to whom Carry Fisher had directed her, she had been conscious of entering a new world. Carry's vague presentment of Mrs. Norma Hatch (whose reversion to her Christian name was explained as the result of her latest divorce), left her
Yours,

Edith Wharton

Sunday, August 10, 2014

Saturday, August 9, 2014

Irene

Dear Valeria,


Irene Sarantapechaina, of Athens, Empress of Byzantium

Friday, August 8, 2014

Shirley

Dear Valeria,

No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, by some, to dream. Hill House, not sane, stood by itself against its hills, holding darkness within; it had stood so for eighty years and might stand for eighty more. Within, walls continued upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm, and doors were sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone.

yours,

Shirley Jackson

Thursday, August 7, 2014

Rabindranath

Dear Valeria,

Our passions and desires are unruly, but our character subdues these elements into a harmonious whole. Does something similar to this happen in the physical world? Are the elements rebellious, dynamic with individual impulse? And is there a principle in the physical world which dominates them and puts them into an orderly organization?

Yours,

Rabindranath Tagore

Tuesday, August 5, 2014

Louis

Estimée Valéria,


Avec respet et honeur,

Louis III, Roi des Francs

Monday, August 4, 2014

Ernestine

Valeria, my dear sister

But it will be said that the husband provides for the wife, or in other words, he feeds, clothes and shelters her! I wish I had the power to make every one before me fully realize the degradation contained in that idea.

All my best wishes,

Ernestine Rose