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

To write is human, to get mail: Devine!

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

All my life I have written letters - to our mother, our relatives, a wide circle of friends and acquaintance, to my husband, to you. Correspondence has always been as necessary to my happiness as a well-cooked dinner, and I've found it more sustaining for its generosity: an act of charity that returned to me a hundredfold...

How wonderful it is to be able to write someone a letter! To feel like conveying your thoughts to a person, to sit at your desk and pick up a pen, to put your thoughts into words like this is truly marvelous.

The proper definition of a man is an animal that writes letters.