To write is human, to get mail, Divine!

To write is human, to get mail: Devine!

To write is human, to receive a letter: Devine!

Mrs. Spencer distrusted letters on principle, because they always seemed to want to entangle her in so many small, disagreeable obligations--visits, or news of old friends she had conveniently forgotten, or family responsibilities that always had to be met quickly and without enjoyment.

where was I? in remarking that me is the envelopes and not nearly so much so, the often foolish letters inside.

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 worth waking up in the night to remember and think about.