| Author |
Quotes |
| Aaron Hill | Letters, from absent friends, extinguish fear, Unite division, and draw distance near; Their magic force each silent wish conveys, And wafts embodied though, a thousand ways: Could souls to bodies write, death's pow'r were mean, For minds could then meet minds with heav'n between. |
| Alexander Pope | Soon as thy letters trembling I unclose, That well-known name awakens all my woes. |
| Alexander Pope | Line after line my gushing eye o'erflow, Led thro' a said variety of woe, Now warm in love, now with'ring in my bloom, Lost in a convent's solitary gloom! |
| Alexander Pope | Heav'n first taught letters for some wretch's aid, Some banish'd lover, or some captive maid. |
| Alexander Pope | Soon as thy letters trembling I unclose, That well-known name awakens all my woes. |
| Alexander Pope | Line after line my gushing eye o'erflow, Led thro' a said variety of woe: Now warm in love, now with'ring in my bloom, Lost in a convent's solitary gloom! |
| Alexander Pope | Heav'n first taught letters for some wretch's aid, Some banish'd lover, or some captive maid. |
| Bible | Now my days are swifter than a post: they flee away, they see no good. |
| Charles William Eliot | Carrier of news and knowledge, Instrument of trade and industry, Promoter of mutual acquaintance, Of peace and good-will Among men and nations. |
| Charles William Eliot | Messenger of sympathy and love, Servant of parted friends, Consoler of the lonely, Bond of the scattered family, Enlarger of the common life. |
| Douglas Jerrold | A strange volume of real life in the daily packet of the postman. Eternal love and instant payment! |
| Douglas Jerrold | A piece of simple goodness--a letter gushing from the heart; a beautiful unstudied vindication of the worth and untiring sweetness of human nature--a record of the invulnerability of man, armed with high purpose, sanctified by truth. |
| Emily Dickinson | Belshazzar had a letter,-- He never had but one; Belshazzar's correspondence Concluded and begun In that immortal copy The conscience of us all Can read without its glasses On revelation's wall. |
| Heinrich Heine | Thy letter sent to prove me, Inflicts no sense of wrong; No longer wilt thou love me,-- Thy letter, though is long. |
| J G Saxe | I will touch My mouth unto the leaves, caressingly; And so wilt thou. Thus, from these lips of mine My message will go kissingly to thine, With more than Fancy's load of luxury, And prove a true love-letter. |
| James M Cain | The postman always rings twice. |
| Matthew Prior | Ev'n so, with all submission, I . . . . Send you each year a homely letter, Who may return me much a better. |
| Matthew Prior | And oft the pangs of absence to remove By letters, soft interpreters of love. |
| Thomas Moore | Good-bye--my paper's out so nearly, I've only room for, Yours sincerely. |
| Francis Bacon | put that which was most material in the postscript. |
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