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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!
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.