But If I Were You,

The Post Office Has A Great Charm At One Point Of Our Lives. When You Have Lived To My Age, You Will Begin To Think Letters Are Never Worth Going Through The Rain For.

... Professing Myself Moreover Convinced That The General's Unjust Interference, So Far From Being Really Injurious To Their Felicity, Was Perhaps Rather Conducive To It, By Improving Their Knowledge Of Each Other, And Adding Strength To Their Attachment, I Leave It To Be Settled, By Whomsoever It May Concern, Whether The Tendency Of This Work Be Altogether To Recommend Parental Tyranny, Or Reward Filial Disobedience.

You Deserve A Longer Letter Than This; But It Is My Unhappy Fate Seldom To Treat People So Well As They Deserve.

I Do Not Think I Ever Opened A Book In My Life Which Had Not Something To Say Upon Woman's Inconstancy. Songs And Proverbs, All Talk Of Woman's Fickleness. But Perhaps You Will Say, These Were All Written By Men.

It Would Be Difficult To Say Which Had Seen Highest Perfection In The Other, Or Which Had Been The Happiest: She, In Receiving His Declarations And Proposals, Or He In Having Them Accepted.