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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.
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
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.
Sir, more than kisses, letters mingle souls. For, thus friends absent speak.
Sir, more than kisses, letters mingle souls. For, thus friends absent speak.
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 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 expectation packaged in an envelope.
Letters are expectation packaged in an envelope.
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.
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.