Read Warren Harding's Love Letters

HNN Editor:  The NYT has published selections from more than love letters Warren Harding wrote to his mistress Carrie Phillips.

Dec. 24, 1910

I love you more than all the world and have no hope of reward on earth or hereafter, so precious as that in your dear arms, in your thrilling lips, in your matchless breasts, in your incomparable embrace.

Jan. 2, 1913

I stopped play to have sandwiches and crack a bottle of wine, so I could dwell with my thoughts. You can guess where they centered — on the New Year’s beginning a year before, when the bell rang the chorus while our hearts sang the rapture without words and we greeted the New Year from the hallowed heights of heaven. . . . When I got home I was too tired to sleep, but I rested, and you were summoned in finally. And you came — a vision vividly plain, a goddess in human form — and a perfect form — clad only in flowing hair, and you were joyously received, and Jerry [Harding's nickname for his penis] came and insisted on staying while we all retrospected in the happiness of a Sunday in Richmond.