Rarely has a person opened up such a universe of friendship as Hannah Arendt. In it, the exiled finds solace, as her letters reveal: messages of love to her husband Heinrich Blücher, philosophical and political discussions with her teacher Karl Jaspers, confessions about poetry to the young writer Uwe Johnson. "Truth," Arendt writes, "exists only between two." This selection of her most beautiful letters demonstrates the many facets that conversation has for her.