Happiness is a sunbeam which may pass through a thousand bosoms without losing a particle of its original ray; nay, when it… — Jane Porter Copy Share Image
That grief is the most durable which flows inward, and buries its streams with its fountain, in the depths of the heart. — Jane Porter Copy Share Image
Any base heart can devise means of vileness, and affix the ugly shapings of its own fancy to the actions of those… — Jane Porter Copy Share Image
We value the devotedness of friendship rather as an oblation to vanity than as a free interchange of hearts; an endearing contract… — Jane Porter Copy Share Image
The pure in heart are slow to credit calumnies, because they hardly comprehend what motives can be inducements to the alleged crimes. — Jane Porter Copy Share Image
Lachrymal counsellors, with one foot in the cave of despair, and the other invading the peace of their friends, are the paralyzers… — Jane Porter Copy Share Image
It is not designed that the road should be made too smooth for us here upon earth. — Jane Porter Copy Share Image
Yet happiness isn't something you chase, it's something you are. It's something you think, it's something you believe. — Jane Porter Copy Share Image
The mob is a sort of bear; while your ring is through its nose, it will even dance under your cudgel; but should the… — Jane Porter Copy Share Image
Goodness is equally hateful to the wicked, as vice is to the virtuous. — Jane Porter Copy Share Image
I never yet heard man or woman much abused that I was not inclined to think the better of them, and to transfer the… — Jane Porter Copy Share Image
Imparting knowledge is only lighting other men's candles at our lamp without depriving ourselves of any flame. — Jane Porter Copy Share Image
Happiness is a sunbeam which may pass through a thousand bosoms without losing a particle of its original ray; nay, when it strikes on… — Jane Porter Copy Share Image
It has been wisely said, "that well may thy guardian angel suffer thee to lose thy locks, when thou darest wilfully to lay thy… — Jane Porter Copy Share Image
“God forgive her, but underneath the smiles and the good job and the great family, she was tired. Desperately tired. Tired to the point… — Jane Porter Copy Share Image
