Showing posts with label 1914. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 1914. Show all posts

Thursday, September 4, 2014

Charles

Chère Valeria,

Une revue n’est vivante que si elle mécontente chaque fois un bon cinquième de ses abonnés. La justice consiste seulement à ce que ce ne soient pas toujours les mêmes qui soient dans le cinquième. Autrement, je veux dire quand on s’applique à ne mécontenter personne, on tombe dans le système de ces énormes revues qui perdent des millions, ou qui en gagnent, pour ne rien dire, ou plutôt à ne rien dire.

Salutations,

Charles Pierre Péguy

Saturday, June 21, 2014

Bertha

Dear Valeria,

Perhaps the universal sisterhood is necessary before the universal brotherhood is possible.

Regards,

Bertha von Suttner

Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Paul

Dear Valeria,

That the witch remained invisible, added not a little to the superstitious dread in which she was held. Her child, however, was regarded by the neighbors with mingled sympathy and admiration. They could not understand how she kept her red cheeks and laughing eyes amid such depressing surroundings; they must say, that any one who had at his baptism renounced the devil and all his works, could hardly bring himself to marry a girl out of this haunted house. Yet they watched the graceful little figure as long as they could see her hat-ribbon wave in the wind, and her short skirt blow about her trim ankles.

Kindest regards,

Paul Heyse