Something magical happens when ink touches paper; as though innermost thoughts come to life. More personal than a telephone call, more intimate than even a conversation. A beautifully composed handwritten letter; a gift that captures a moment in time and nothing can replace it.
Here are some special ones we found from days past...
1749, Johann Wolfgang von Goethe to Charlotte von Stein Goethe. I can't help loving you more than is good for me; I shall feel all the happier when I see you again. I am always conscious of my nearness to you, your presence never leaves me. In you, I have a measure for every woman, for everyone; in your love a measure for all that is to be. Adieu, you whom I love a thousand times.
1790, Mozart to his wife, Constance. While I was writing this last page, tear after tear fell on the paper. But I must cheer up—catch!—An astonishing number of kisses are ying about—The deuce!—I see a whole crowd of them! Ha! Ha!...I have just caught three—They are delicious! Adieu—Dearest, most beloved little wife—take care of your health—and don't think of walking into town. Do write and tell me how you like our new quarters—Adieu. I kiss you millions of times.
1919, To F. Scott Fitzgerald from his wife Zelda. Don't you think I was made for you? I feel like you had me ordered— and I was delivered to you—to be worn—I want you to wear me, like a watch—charm or a button hole bouquet—to the world.
1935, Winston Churchill to his wife Clementine. My darling Clemmie, in your letter from Madras you wrote some words very dear to me, about my having enriched your life. I cannot tell you what pleasure this gave me, because I always feel so overwhelmingly in your debt, if there can be accounts in love. What it has been to me to live all these years in your heart and companionship no phrases can convey.