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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.
This is not a letter but my arms around you for a brief moment
This is not a letter but my arms around you for a brief moment
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. . . .
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.
Chain letters are the postal equivalent of intestinal flu: you get it and pass it along to your friends.
Chain letters are the postal equivalent of intestinal flu: you get it and pass it along to your friends.
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.
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.
I wrote my friend a letter using a highlighting pen. But he could not read it, he thought I was read more
I wrote my friend a letter using a highlighting pen. But he could not read it, he thought I was trying to show him certain parts of a piece of paper.
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.