It consisted of a half-sheet of letter-paper, folded in the fashion of those days when as yet the envelope was undiscovered… – J.C. Atkinson, “Witch Stories and Witch Antidotes,” Forty Years in a Moorland Pa
We lay aside letters never to read them again, and at last we destroy them out of discretion, and so disappears the most beautiful, the most immediate breath of life, irrecoverable for ourselves and for others. – Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
He who is different from me does not impoverish me – he enriches me. Our unity is constituted in something higher than ourselves – in Man… For no man seeks to hear his own echo, or to find his reflection in the glass. – Antoine De Saint-Exupery
