C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.

Post (Letters)

The letter is too long by half a mile.


Let me hear from thee by letters.


  • Here are a few of the unpleasant’st words
  • That ever blotted paper!
  • Shakespeare.

  • And oft the pangs of absence to remove
  • By letters, soft interpreters of love.
  • Prior.

  • Soon as thy letters trembling I unclose,
  • That well-known name awakens all my woes.
  • Pope.

  • Ev’n so, with all submission, I
  • *****
  • Send you each year a homely letter,
  • Who may return me much a better.
  • Prior.

    Tell him there’s a post come from my master, with his horn full of good news.


    A strange volume of real life in the daily packet of the postman. Eternal love and instant payment!

    Douglas Jerrold.

  • Thou bringest***
  • ***letters unto trembling hands.
  • Tennyson.

    Jove and my stars be praised! Here is yet a postscript.


  • If this letter move him not, his legs cannot,
  • I’ll give ’t him.
  • Shakespeare.

  • Heav’n first taught letters for some wretch’s aid,
  • Some banish’d lover, or some captive maid.
  • Pope.

    What! have I ’scaped love-letters in the holiday-time of my beauty, and am I now a subject for them?


  • Growing one’s own choice words and fancies
  • In orange tubs, and beds of pansies;
  • One’s sighs and passionate declarations,
  • In odorous rhetoric of carnations.
  • Leigh Hunt.

  • Good-bye—my paper’s out so nearly,
  • I’ve only room for, Yours sincerely.
  • Moore.

  • Thy letter sent to prove me,
  • Inflicts no sense of wrong;
  • No longer wilt thou love me,—
  • Thy letter, though, is long.
  • Heine.

  • The welcome news is in the letter found;
  • The carrier’s not commission’d to expound;
  • It speaks itself, and what it does contain,
  • In all things needful to be known, is plain.
  • Dryden.

  • Go, little letter, apace, apace,
  • Fly to the light in the valley below—
  • Tell my wish, to her dewy blue eye.
  • Tennyson.

  • Line after line my gushing eyes o’erflow,
  • Led thro’ a sad variety of woe;
  • Now warm in love, now with’ring in my bloom,
  • Lost in a convent’s solitary gloom!
  • Pope.

    A piece of simple goodness—a letter gushing from the heart: a beautiful unstudied vindication of the worth and untiring sweetness of human nature—a record of the invulnerability of man, armed with high purpose, sanctified by truth.

    Douglas Jerrold.

  • I have a letter from her
  • Of such contents as you will wonder at
  • The mirth whereof so larded with my matter,
  • That neither singly can be manifested,
  • Without the show of both.
  • Shakespeare.

  • Kind messages, that pass from land to land;
  • Kind letters, that betray the heart’s deep history,
  • In which we feel the pressure of a hand,—
  • One touch of fire,—and all the rest is mystery!
  • Longfellow.

  • I will touch
  • My mouth unto the leaves, caressingly;
  • And so wilt thou. Thus, from these lips of mine
  • My message will go kissingly to thine,
  • With more than Fancy’s load of luxury,
  • And prove a true love-letter.
  • J. G. Saxe.

  • I read
  • Of that glad year that once had been,
  • In those fall’n leaves which kept their green,
  • The noble letters of the dead:
  • And strangely on the silence broke
  • The silent-speaking words.
  • Tennyson.

  • An exquisite invention this,
  • Worthy of Love’s most honeyed kiss,—
  • This art of writing billet-doux—
  • In buds, and odors, and bright hues!
  • In saying all one feels and thinks
  • In clever daffodils and pinks;
  • In puns of tulips; and in phrases,
  • Charming for their truth, of daisies.
  • Leigh Hunt.

  • Every day brings a ship,
  • Every ship brings a word;
  • Well for those who have no fear,
  • Looking seaward well assured
  • That the word the vessel brings
  • Is the word they wish to hear.
  • Emerson.

  • Letters, from absent friends, extinguish fear,
  • Unite division, and draw distance near;
  • Their magic force each silent wish conveys,
  • And wafts embodied thought, a thousand ways:
  • Could souls to bodies write, death’s pow’r were mean
  • For minds could then meet minds with heav’n between.
  • Aaron Hill.

  • Belshazzar had a letter,—
  • He never had but one;
  • Belshazzar’s correspondent
  • Concluded and begun
  • In that immortal copy
  • The conscience of us all
  • Can read without its glasses
  • On revelation’s wall.
  • Emily Dickinson.