Letterwriting is the natural outlet of the "odds." The busy-bodies, the idle, the perverted, the cranks, the feel-it-my-duties ... Also the plain depraved. They all write letters. It's their safe outlet, you see. They can be as interfering, as long-winded, as obscene, as pompous, as one-idea'd, as they like on paper, and no one can kick them for it. So they write. My God, how they write!
Josephine TeyRiches ... don't consist in having things, but in not having to do something you don't want to do. ... Riches is being able to thumb your nose.
Josephine TeyAfter three days without one, the desire to read a newspaper vanished. And really, one was happier without.
Josephine Tey