Whoever has no house now, will never have one. Whoever is alone will stay alone, will sit, read, write long letters through the evening, and wander on the boulevards, up and down, restlessly, while dry...

I have only made this letter longer because I have not had the time to make it shorter.”(Letter 16, 1657)

Mientras estaba tendido allí, a un paso de mí yacía un escarabajo, patas arriba, desesperado. No podía enderezarse, me habría gustado ayudarlo, era tan fácil hacerlo, bastaba un paso y un empujoncito para brindarle una...

I have tried to be a man of letters in love with ideas in order to be a wiser and more loving person, hoping to leave the world just a little better than I found...

Our staff is excited about the men Stony Brook University has signed to the National Letters of Intent. These men will make us a better program on the field, in the classroom and in the...

Dear, I can’t write, it’s all a fantasy: a kind of circling obsession.

Only write to me, write to me, I love to see the hop and skip and sudden starts of your ink.

Life is too precious to be spent in this weaving and unweaving of false impressions, and it is better to live quietly under some degree of misrepresentation than to attempt to remove it by the...

Remember that we always love and think of you. Always. Mother.

I really should be studying now, but you’re much more important to me than a .50 calibre machine gun.