Scrisori din corespondenta unor personalitati
Lord Nelson to Lady Hamilton
February 8th, 1801
“I do not think I ever was so miserable as this moment. I own I sometimes fear that you will not be so true to me as I am to you, yet I cannot, will not belive you can be false.
No, I judge you by myself; I hope to be dead before that should happen, but it will not.
Forgive me, Emma, oh, forgive your own dear, disinterested Nelson.”
Lord Byron to Countess Guiccioli
Venice, 25th april, 1819
“If you knew how great is the love I feel for you, you would not belive me capable of forgetting you for a single instant; you must become better acquainted with me. Perhaps one day you will know that, although I do not deserve you, I do indeed love you….
Now I am all yours; I will become what you wish-perhaps happy in your love, but never at peace again….
You have been mine-and whatever the outcome – I am and eternally shall be yours.
I kiss you a thousand and thousand times.
John Keats to Fanny Brawne
“ My love has mahe me selfish. I cannot exist without you. I am forgetful of everything but seeing you again. My Life seems to stop there – I see no further. You have absorb’d me. I have a sensation at the present moment as though I was dissolving.
I have been astonished that men could die martyrs for religion – I have shuddered at it. I shudder no more. – I could die for that, I could die for you. My creed is Love and you are its only content.”
G.B.S. to “Stella”, B.C.
Kilteragh, Co Dublin
3 April, 1913
“…So if you are idly curious as to whether I am still in love with Stella the answer is Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, yes and a million times yes…..
Cannot help it. I am quite sensible, quite able, quite myself and yet a lad playing with you on the mountains and unable to feel where you begin and I leave off. And if you tell me that you feel like that the sky will not be high enough for me (isn’t that a nice Irish phrase?)
Heavens! How delicious it is to make love to you!!!!
Scrisoare de opinie adresata ziarului “The Times”
Aeroplanes and War
April 7, 1911
Of all the varying symptoms of madness in the life of modern nations the most dreadful id the prostitution of the conquest of the air to the ends of warfare.
If even men presented a spectacole of sheer insanity it is now – when, having at long last triumphed in their struggle to subordinate to their welfare the unconquered element, they have strainghtway commenced to defile that element, so heroically mastered, by filling it with engines of destruction.
If ever the goods were justified of their ironic smile – by the goods, it is now! Is there any thinker alive watching this utterly preventible calamity without horror and despair?Horror at what must come of it, if not promptly stopped; despair that men can be so blind., so hopelessly and childishly the slaves of their own marvellous powers. Was there ever do patent a case for scotching at birth a hideous development of the black arts of warfare; ever such an occasion for the Powers in conference to ban once and for all a new ghastly menace?
A little reason, a grain of commonsense, a gleam of sanity before it is too late – before vested interests and the claims of a new habit enslaved us too hopelessly. If this fresh delivry be not quenched within the next few years it will be too late….
For the love of the sun, and the stare, and the blue sky, that have given us all our aspirations since the beginning of time, let us leave the air to innocence! Will not those who have eyes to see, good will towards men, and the power to put that good will into practice, bestir themselves while there is yet time and save mankind from this last and worst of all its follies?