Women Are The Only Correspondents To Be

Eleanor Went To Her Room "where She Was Free To Think And Be Wretched.

There Is Nothing Like Staying At Home For Real Comfort.

Each Found Her Greatest Safety In Silence.

There Will Be Little Rubs And Disappointments Everywhere, And We Are All Apt To Expect Too Much; But Then, If One Scheme Of Happiness Fails, Human Nature Turns To Another; If The First Calculation Is Wrong, We Make A Second Better: We Find Comfort Somewhere.

Real Solemn History, I Cannot Be Interested In.... The Quarrels Of Popes And Kings, With Wars And Pestilences In Every Page; The Men All So Good For Nothing, And Hardly Any Women At All.