Things two hungarian poets from the 1840s said to each other in their letters that make me crazy:
If my soul touches you and it happens to burn you I'm not to blame... it was you who lit it on fire
I swear to you on cottage cheese and tobacco
If the people rule in poetry, so will they rule in politics and that's the goal of the century! To hell with the aristocracy!
My dear buddy,
My soul, my bastard,
My golden mouthed saintly friend,
My rowdy brother,
My lovable dummy,
If you want to see a dead Pegasus, look no further than me
I am trying to learn to smile nicely ( he did not succeed)
My dear friend, you better side of my soul
I will never forgive you for NOT writing the address on the envelope yourself. A woman's handwriting... and a black seal... dear god, the devil took him! he worked himself to death writing poems, he died! ... and then i opened your letter... Never do this again. Only use black seal vax on your death, and even then, still write the address yourself!
I'm reading (your work) for the sixth time. It's really a horrible thing. I'll need to read it again to understand just how awful it is!
Sincerely, your friend whose balls are itching
It's really good that your sore throat is gone, I can finally strangle you
Leave the dedication! Veselényi is a great man but he's still a Lord, and a poet should never dedicate ANYTHING to a Lord
I'm hugging you a 1000000000000 times!