Damn you, spoilt creature; I shan’t make you love me any the more by giving myself away like this.
Love, Writers
The world before us is a postcard, and I imagine the story we are writing on it.
Art
I was very pleased with your kind letter. Until now I never dreamed of being something like a hero. But since you've given me the nomination I feel that I am one.
Children, Letter
My correspondence has certainly the charm of variety, and the humbler are usually the more interesting. This looks like one of those unwelcome social summonses which call upon a man either to be bored or to lie.
Lies, Society