SIR, more than kisses, letters mingle souls,
For thus, friends absent speak. – John Donne
No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face. – John Donne

SIR, more than kisses, letters mingle souls,
For thus, friends absent speak. – John Donne
No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face. – John Donne
Any mans death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankind And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls it tolls for thee. – John Donne
In a mans letters you know, Madam, his soul lies naked, his letters are only the mirror of his breast, whatever passes within him is shown undisguised in its natural process. Nothing is inverted, nothing distorted, you see systems in their elements, you discover actions in their motives. – Samuel Johnson