Mail, or post, is a system for transporting letters and other tangible objects: written documents, typically enclosed in envelopes, and also small packages are delivered to destinations around the world.
- Belshazzar had a letter,—
He never had but one;
Concluded and begun
In that immortal copy
The conscience of us all
Can read without its glasses
On revelation's wall.
- Emily Dickinson, Poems (Ed. 1891), XXV, Belshazzar had a Letter.
- Soon as thy letters trembling I unclose,
That well-known name awakens all my woes.
- Alexander Pope, Eloisa to Abelard (1717), line 29.
- 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!
- Alexander Pope, Eloisa to Abelard (1717), line 35.
- Heav'n first taught letters for some wretch's aid,
Some banish'd lover, or some captive maid.
- Alexander Pope, Eloisa to Abelard (1717), line 51.
- The letter is too long by half a mile.
- Here are a few of the unpleasant'st words
That over blotted paper!
- Tell him there's a post come from my master, with his horn full of good news.
- What! have I 'scaped love-letters in the holiday-time of my beauty, and am I now a subject for them?
- 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.
- Jove and my stars be praised! Here is yet a postcript.
- If this letter move him not, his legs cannot. I'll give 't him.
- Let me hear from thee by letters.
- 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.
- Thou bringest * * *
* * letters unto trembling hands.
Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations 
- Quotes reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 617-18.
- (He) put that which was most material in the postscript.
- Francis Bacon, Essays, Arber's Ed. 93.
- He whistles as he goes, light-hearted wretch,
Cold and yet cheerful; messenger of grief
Perhaps to thousands, and of joy to some.
- William Cowper, Winter Evening, Book IV, line 12.
- 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.
- John Dryden, Religio Laici, line 366.
- Carrier of news and knowledge,
Instrument of trade and industry,
Promoter of mutual acquaintance,
Of peace and good-will
Among men and nations.
- Charles W. Eliot, Inscription on Southeast corner of Post-office, Washington, D. C.
- Messenger of sympathy and love,
Servant of parted friends,
Consoler of the lonely,
Bond of the scattered family,
Enlarger of the common life.
- Charles W. Eliot, Inscription on Southwest corner of Post-office, Washington, D. C.
- 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.
- Ralph Waldo Emerson, Letters.
- Sent letters by posts … being hastened and pressed on.
- Esther, VIII. 10. 14.
- Thy letter sent to prove me,
Inflicts no sense of wrong;
No longer wilt thou love me,—
Thy letter, though, is long.
- Heinrich Heine, Book of Songs, New Spring, No. 34.
- Neither snow, nor rain, nor heat, nor night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds.
- Herodotus, Inscription on the front of the Post office, New York City.
- 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, Verses Written on a Window in a Journey to Scotland.
- 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, Love-Letters Made of Flowers.
- 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, Specimens of Jerrold's Wit, The Postman's Budget.
- A strange volume of real life in the daily packet of the postman. Eternal love and instant payment!
- Douglas Jerrold, ;;Specimens of Jerrold's Wit, The Postman's Budget.
- My days are swifter than a post.
- Job, IX. 25.
- 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!
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Seaside and Fireside, Dedication, Stanza 5.
- Good-bye—my paper's out so nearly,
I've only room for, Yours sincerely.
- Thomas Moore, The Fudge Family in Paris, Letter VI.
- Je n'ai fait celle-ci plus longue que parceque je n'ai pas eu le loisir de la faire plus courte.
- I have only made this letter rather long because I have not had time to make it shorter.
- Blaise Pascal, Lettres provinciales, 16 (Dec. 14, 1656).
- Ev'n so, with all submission, I
* * * * *
Send you each year a homely letter,
Who may return me much a better.
- Matthew Prior, Epistle to Fleetwood Shepherd, line 23.
- And oft the pangs of absence to remove
By letters, soft interpreters of love.
- Matthew Prior, Henry and Emma, line 147.
- 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.
- John Godfrey Saxe, Sonnet, (With a Letter).
- A woman seldom writes her Mind, but in her Postscript.
- Richard Steele, Spectator, No. 79.
- Go, little letter, apace, apace,
Fly to the light in the valley below—
Tell my wish to her dewy blue eye.
- Alfred Tennyson, The Letter, Stanza 2.