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.

There are certain people whom one feels almost inclined to urge to hurry up and die so that their letters read more

There are certain people whom one feels almost inclined to urge to hurry up and die so that their letters can be published.

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.

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!

The art of art, the glory of expression and the sunshine of the light of letters, is simplicity.

The art of art, the glory of expression and the sunshine of the light of letters, is simplicity.

Letters are expectation packaged in an envelope.

Letters are expectation packaged in an envelope.

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.

Thanks for your nice little note, though I am sorry to hear you find Through the Looking Glass so uninteresting. read more

Thanks for your nice little note, though I am sorry to hear you find Through the Looking Glass so uninteresting. You see I have done my best, so it isn't really my fault if you think Tweedledum and Tweedledee stupid, and wish that I had left out all about the train and the gnat.

I've been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you. Each one a line or two: "I'm fine, baby. read more

I've been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you. Each one a line or two: "I'm fine, baby. How are you?" I would send them, but I know that it's just not enough. My words are cold and flat, and you deserve more than that.