I Do Believe A Young Lady Can't

No One Can Be Happy In Eternal Solitude.

All Our Talents Increase In The Using, And Every Faculty, Both Good And Bad, Strengthens By Exercise.

It Is Painful To Doubt The Sincerity Of Those We Love.

How Odd It Is That We So Often Weep For Each Other's Distresses, When We Shed Not A Tear For Our Own!

This Paper Will Serve Instead Of A Confidential Friend Into Whose Ear I Might Pour Forth The Overflowings Of My Heart. It Will Not Sympathize With My Distresses, But Then, It Will Not Laugh At Them, And, If I Keep It Close, It Cannot Tell Again; So It Is, Perhaps, The Best Friend I Could Have For The Purpose.