Roll on, deep and dark blue ocean, roll. Ten thousand fleets sweep ove >>
A thousand years may scare form a state. An hour may lay it in ruins. >>
Opinions are made to be changed --or how is truth to be got at? >>
A man who publishes his letters becomes a nudist -- nothing shields hi >>
Sir, more than kisses, letters mingle souls. For, thus friends absent >>
The word that is heard perishes, but the letter that is written remain >>
Letter writing is the only device for combining solitude with good company.