Those who are absent, by its means become present; it [mail] is the consolation of life.

A woman seldom writes her mind but in her postscript.

We lay aside letters never to read them again, and at last we destroy them out of discretion, and so disappears the most beautiful, the most immediate breath of life, irrecoverably for ourselves and for others.

Sir, more than kisses, letters mingle souls; For, thus friends absent speak.

The mail on the doormat consisted of the usual things: a rude letter threatening to take away his American Express card, an invitation to apply for an American Express card, and a few bills of the more hysterical and unrealistic type.