Sleep sweetly in the fields of asphodel, and waken, as of old, to stretch thy languid length, and purr thy soft contentment to the skies.

real letter-writing ... is founded on a need as old and as young as humanity itself, the need that one human being has of another.

What strange impulse is it which induces otherwise truthful people to say they like music when they do not, and thus expose themselves to hours of boredom?

The diseases of the present have little in common with the diseases of the past save that we die of them.

The friendships of nations, built on common interests, cannot survive the mutability of those interests.

the most charming thing about youth is the tenacity of its impressions.

Letters form a by-path of literature, a charming, but occasional, retreat for people of cultivated leisure.