I loved you some time ago; since then I feel that I love you a thousand times better. Ah, let me see some of your faults; be less beautiful, less graceful, less tender, less good. But never be jealous and never shed tears. Your tears send me out of my mind and they set my very blood on fire.
I do love you, Livy…as the dew loves the flowers; as the birds love the sunshine; as the wavelets love the breeze; as mothers love their first-born; as memory loves old faces; as the yearning tides love the moon; as the angels love the pure in heart… Take my kiss and my benediction, and try to be reconciled to the fact that I am.
Dear First Lady, this is the day, the day that marks 31 years of such happiness as comes to few men. I told you once that it was like an adolescent’s dream of what marriage should be like. That hasn’t changed. I more than love you, I’m not whole without you. You are life itself to me. Happy Anniversary & thank you for 31 wonderful years.
Monsieur, the poor do not need a great deal to live on – they ask only the crumbs of bread which fall from the rich men’s table – but if they are refused these crumbs – they die of hunger – No more do I need a great deal of affection from those I love – I would not know what to do with a whole and complete friendship – I am not accustomed to it – but you showed a little interest in me in days gone by when I was your pupil in Brussels – and I cling to the preservation of this little interest – I cling to it as I would cling on to life.
My dearest Margarita, I haven’t received your letter. I have thought agonizingly how can we solve this intractable problem. People said that I am very smart, but I’m helpless with it. Just recently I washed my head by myself, but not with the greatest success; I am not as careful as you are, but everything here reminds me of you. Men are living now just the way they were before, as if we didn’t have a new, all-overshadowing danger to deal with. Be greeted and kissed, if this letter reaches you, and the devil take anyone who intercepts it.
George Bernard Shaw
The weather has frowned; but Fortune has smiled. Ten splendid things have happened:
1. a letter from Ellen Terry.
2. a check for my Chicago royalties from Arms and the Man.
3. a letter from Ellen Terry.
4. the rolling away of the clouds from the difficult 2nd act of my new play, leaving the view clear and triumphant right on to the curtain.
5. a letter from Ellen Terry.
6. a beautiful sunset bicycle ride over the hills and far away, thinking of Ellen Terry.
7. a letter from Ellen Terry.
8. a letter from Ellen Terry.
9. a letter from Ellen Terry.
10. a letter from Ellen Ellen Ellen Ellen Ellen Ellen Ellen Ellen Ellen Eleanor Ellenest Terry.
I cannot exist without you – I am forgetful of every thing 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 were dissolving ….I have been astonished that men could die martyrs for religion – I have shudder’d at it – I shudder no more – I could be martyr’d for my religion – love is my religion – I could die for that – I could die for you. My creed is love and you are its only tenet – you have ravish’d me away by a power I cannot resist.