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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.

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  • Belshazzar had a letter,—
    He never had but one;
    Belshazzar's correspondence
    Concluded and begun
    In that immortal copy
    The conscience of us all
    Can read without its glasses
    On revelation's wall.
  • Soon as thy letters trembling I unclose,
    That well-known name awakens all my woes.
  • 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!
  • Heav'n first taught letters for some wretch's aid,
    Some banish'd lover, or some captive maid.
  • 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.
  • 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.

Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations[edit]

Quotes reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 617-18.
  • (He) put that which was most material in the postscript.
  • He whistles as he goes, light-hearted wretch,
    Cold and yet cheerful; messenger of grief
    Perhaps to thousands, and of joy to some.
  • 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.
  • 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.
  • 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.
  • 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.
  • 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.
  • A strange volume of real life in the daily packet of the postman. Eternal love and instant payment!
  • 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!
  • Good-bye—my paper's out so nearly,
    I've only room for, Yours sincerely.
  • 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.
  • And oft the pangs of absence to remove
    By letters, soft interpreters of love.
  • 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.
  • A woman seldom writes her Mind, but in her Postscript.
  • Go, little letter, apace, apace,
    Fly;
    Fly to the light in the valley below—
    Tell my wish to her dewy blue eye.

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