Whatever you choose for your stationery is your favorite color because it's where you pour your heart out.

The world before us is a postcard, and I imagine the story we are writing on it.

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.

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!