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Letters are expectation packaged in an envelope.
Letters are expectation packaged in an envelope.
Sir, more than kisses, letters mingle souls. For, thus friends absent speak.
Sir, more than kisses, letters mingle souls. For, thus friends absent speak.
Never write a letter if you can help it, and never destroy one!
Never write a letter if you can help it, and never destroy one!
I have received no more than one or two letters in my life that were worth the postage.
I have received no more than one or two letters in my life that were worth the postage.
When a man sends you an impudent letter, sit right down and give it back to him with interest ten read more
When a man sends you an impudent letter, sit right down and give it back to him with interest ten times compounded, and then throw both letters in the wastebasket.
Correspondences are like small clothes before the invention of suspenders; it is impossible to keep them up.
Correspondences are like small clothes before the invention of suspenders; it is impossible to keep them up.
One of the pleasures of reading old letters is the knowledge that they need no answer.
One of the pleasures of reading old letters is the knowledge that they need no answer.
I wrote a letter to my dad, I was going to write 'I really enjoyed being here', but I accidentally read more
I wrote a letter to my dad, I was going to write 'I really enjoyed being here', but I accidentally wrote 'rarely' instead of 'really'. But I wanted to use it, I didn't want to cross it out, so I wrote 'I rarely drive steamboats, Dad. There's a lot of sh*t you don't know about me. Quit trying to act like I'm a steamboat operator.' I know this letter took a harsh turn right away.
Letters are useful as a means of expressing the ideal self. . . . In letters we can reform without read more
Letters are useful as a means of expressing the ideal self. . . . In letters we can reform without practice, beg without humiliation, snip and shape embarrassing experiences to the measure of our own desires. . . .