Let your heart dance with pen and paperNow fill the paper with dancing letters.

A love letter lost in the mail, forgotten, miss delivered and then discovered years later and received by the intended is romantic. A love letter ending up in someone’s spam filter is just annoying.

Because thou writest me often, I thank thee … Never do I receive a letter from thee, but immediately we are together.

Absolutely, he did contribute to those letters.

Taxes and Texas—they have the same letters, but only one can go to hell.

(Quoting Goethe:)”We lay aside letters never to read them again, and at last destroy them out of discretion, and so disappears the most beautiful, the most immediate breath of life, irrecoverably for ourselves and for...

Every author really wants to have letters printed in the papers. Unable to make the grade, he drops down a rung of the ladder and writes novels.

And even if something had once been committed to paper, did it mean that it was still true? Always true? Unlike the relative permanence of paint, words were temporal. You uttered them and they evanesced,...

Figures are the most shocking things in the world. The prettiest little squiggles of black looked at in the right light and yet consider the blow they can give you upon the heart.

It’s a lie. There isn’t safety in numbers. But there is safety in letters. There are only 26 letters, and yet they are more powerful than an army of infinite men. Show me a man...

All letters of love are Ridiculous. They wouldn’t be love letters if they were not Ridiculous.

The universal object and idol of men of letters is reputation

As a historical novelist, there is very little I like more than spending time sorting through boxes of old letters, diaries, maps, trinkets, and baubles.

My correspondence has certainly the charm of variety, and the humbler are usually the more interesting. This looks like one of those unwelcome social summonses which call upon a man either to be bored or...

I am not a finished poem, and I am not the song you’ve turned me into. I am a detached human being, making my way in a world that is constantly trying to push me...

(…) às vezes não se tem o que escrever mesmo quando se tem o que falar.

Trying to build myself up with the fact that I have done things right that were even good and have had moments that were excellent but the bad is heavier to carry around and feel...

Cuánto llora el cartero, llevado por la envidia. Que mis cartas de amor no son para él. Me pregunto si algún día te las entregará.

I do must decidedly object, and have a most invincible and powerful repugnance to that frequent reference to the Almighty in small matters, which so many excellent persons consider necessary in the education of children....

If the portraits of our absent friends are pleasant to us, which renew our memory of them and relieve our regret for their absence by a false and empty consolation, how much more pleasant are...

Dear Camryn, I know you’re scared. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little scared, too, but I have to believe that this time around everything will be fine. And it will be....

People cited violation of the First Amendment when a New Jersey schoolteacher asserted that evolution and the Big Bang are not scientific and that Noah’s ark carried dinosaurs. This case is not about the need...

Nothing and no one in the world could kill the love I have for you. I have surrendered my whole individuality, the very essence of my being to you. I have given you my body...

Why not fall in love with an artist? Otherwise there are no letters, pictures, paintings and songs for you when you wake up.

All the letters from A to Z couldn’t express what you mean to me. Not without cloning them and using some over and over

Other letters simply relate the small events that punctuate the passage of time: roses picked at dusk, the laziness of a rainy Sunday, a child crying himself to sleep. Capturing the moment, these small slices...

A Writer is Actor, Creator, Director & Producer Of HIS Life. Ask ME anything.

Social and cultural history is often comprised of whatever diaries and letters remain and that is down to chance and wide open to interpretation.

W (double U) has, of all the letters in our alphabet, the only cumbrous name, the names of the others being monosyllabic. This advantage of the Roman alphabet over the Grecian is the more valued...

To my babies,Merry Christmas. I’m sorry if these letters have caught you both by surprise. There is just so much more I have to say. I know you thought I was done giving advice, but...

My letters! all dead paper, mute and white!And yet they seem alive and quiveringAgainst my tremulous hands which loose the stringAnd let them drop down on my knee to-night.This said, — he wished to have...

Would you please do me the honor of telling me WHAT THE BLAZES IS GOING ON?

But writing poems and letters doesn’t seem to do much good.

We have had for breakfast, toasts, cakes, a yorkshire pie, a piece of beef about the size and much the shape of my portmanteau, tea, coffee, ham and eggs…

Sometimes I get depressed about my age. In March I’ll be 26. If man weren’t measured in numbers, but rather letters, I’d be turning Z. And then I’d be dead.

It will get easier each time, I think. I hope. I just have to keep trying.

The awful part of the writing game is that you can never be sure the stuff is any good.

…How I adore you and want you. You can’t know how much…I love belonging to you– I glory in it, that you alone have bent me to your will, shattered my self-possession, robbed me of...

May I kiss you then? On this miserable paper? I might as well open the window and kiss the night air.

Now everybody who knows anything at all knows perfectly well that even a business letter does not deserve the paper on which it is written unless it contains at least one significant phrase that is...

Don’t you believe I love you? Don’t know how I can make you believe. I didn’t want to kiss you goodbye–that was the trouble–I wanted to kiss you goodnight. […] Of course I love you....

it is a marvel that those red-roseleaf lips of yours should be made no less for the madness of music and song than for the madness of kissing.

I’m accustomed to reading Georgian and Victorian letters and sometimes you simply know in your gut that a blithe sentence is covering up a deeper emotion.

A letter is always better than a phone call. People write things in letters they would never say in person. They permit themselves to write down feelings and observations using emotional syntax far more intimate...

I am not a broken heart. I am not collarbones or drunken letters never sent. I am not the way I leave or left or didn’t know how to handle anything,at any time,and I am...

During these three months I have gone through much; I mean, I have gone through much in myself; and now there are the things I am going to see and go through. There will be...

I’m bored to death. Perhaps I should pillage one of my neighbors for my own amusement. It seems to work for Drowden.

Calamity with us, is made an excuse for doing wrong. With them, it is erected into a reason for their doing right. This is really the justice of rich to poor, and I protest against...

Andrew is such a diplomatic name. Or at least it is for the first three letters, as and is a word that works hard to join things together and promote cohesiveness.

I write letters to you that you’ll never see.