Sajjad

Dear Valeria,

But Sheila was feeling that tonight those ruins were not desolate, but peopled once again. She knew that this was a story which must come to an end. She understood that the real world was a different one. But at this moment it was Naim, this room, her present life, which seemed superficial and unreal. She was thinking that only that night was real.

Best Regards,

Sajjad Zaheer

Ix

Hello Valeria,

Greetings and blessings,

Ix Sak K'uk', Queen of B'aakal.

Beatrice

Cara Valeria,

is freeing yourself from injustice a crime or justice?

your affectionate Roman friend,

Beatrice Cenci

Mary

Dear Valeria,

A good tragedy or novel, if the criterion be the effect which it has on the reader, is not always the most moral work, for it is not the reveries of sentiment, but the struggles of passion — of those human passions, that too frequently cloud the reason, and lead mortals into dangerous errors which raise the most lively emotions, and leave the most lasting impression on the memory; an impression rather made by the heart than the understanding: for our affections are not quite voluntary as the suffrages of reason.

Very best regards,

Mary Wollstonecraft

Anna

Dear Valeria,

Yours,


Anna Jagiellon, Queen of Poland, Grand Duchess of Lithuania

Alexandra

Cher Valeria,

Dans cette petite chambre, des appels muets s’échappent des pages que l’on feuillette. L’Inde, la Chine, le Japon, tous les points de ce monde qui commence au-delà de Suez sollicitent les lecteurs... Des vocations naissent... la mienne y est née.
Tel était le musée Guimet quand j’avais vingt ans.

bon voyage,

Alexandra David-Néel 

Jean

Dear Valeria,

The historical record also reveals that the only periods during which the concentration of wealth has been halted or reversed are years following sustained political contestation — i.e. mass social movements.

Best regards,

Jean Anyon

Robert

Gentilissima Valeria,

Un saluto dal Mare Arcano,

Robert Dudley

Fritz

Dear Valeria,

Consider the age in which we live. It wants magicians…. A scientist tells people the truth. When times are good—that is, when the truth offers no threat—people don't mind … A magician, on the other hand, tells people what they wish were true—that perpetual motion works, that cancer can be cured by colored lights, that a psychosis is no worse than a head cold, that they'll live forever. In good times magicians are laughed at. They're a luxury of the spoiled wealthy few. But in bad times people sell their souls for magic cures and buy perpetual-motion machines to power their war rockets.

Regards,

Fritz Leiber

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

Louis

Dear Valeria

Suspended in a moving night
The face in the reflection train
Looks at first sight as self-assured
As your own face - But look again:

Windows between you and the world
Keep out the cold, keep out the fright;
Then why does your reflection seem

So lonely in the moving night?

Louis MacNeice

John

Dear Valeria,

Troll sat alone on his seat of stone,
And munched and mumbled a bare old bone;
For many a year he had gnawed it near,
For meat was hard to come by.
               Done by! Gum by!
In a cave in the hills he dwelt alone,
And meat was hard to come by.

Yours sincerely,

John Ronald Reuel Tolkien

François

Dear Valeria,

We are, all of us, molded and remolded by those who have loved us, and though that love may pass, we remain none the less their work--a work that very likely they do not recognize, and which is never exactly what they intended.

Fondest regards,

François Mauriac

Tabito

Dear Valeria,

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

Kanpai!

Ōtomo no Tabito

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

Pina

Cara Valeria,

Baci,

Giuseppa Iolanda "Pina" Menichelli

Ruth

Dear Valeria,

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

Best wishes,

Ruth Gordon

Sotiria

Dear Valeria,



Με εκτίμηση,

Σωτηρία Μπέλλου

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

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