I have a great fondness for brilliant and salty letters written in the past. Herein lies my collection.

"I lost my habit of punctual correspondence during the first few weeks of marriage because we quarrelled so continuously & really bitterly that I thought I'd save time & just write one letter to everyone when the murder or separation had been accomplished. Then Eric's aunt came to stay & was so dreadful (she stayed two months) that we stopped quarrelling & just repined. Then she went away & now all our troubles are over."

George Orwell's (Eric) wife, Eileen Blair, to a friend after they were married, 1936 — Orwell's Roses, Rebecca Solnit