And none will hear the postmans knock
Without a quickening of the heart.
For who can bear to feel himself forgotten? – W. H. Auden
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Letters (writing)
In a mans letters you know, Madam, his soul lies naked, his letters are only the mirror of his breast, whatever passes within him is shown undisguised in its natural process. Nothing is inverted, nothing distorted, you see systems in their elements, you discover actions in their motives. – Samuel Johnson