The perfection of outward loveliness is the soul shining through its crystalline covering. — Jane Porter
Happiness is a sunbeam which may pass through a thousand bosoms without losing a particle — Jane Porter
Imparting knowledge is only lighting other men’s candles at our lamp without depriving ourselves of any flame. — Jane Porter
People do not always understand the motives of sublime conduct, and when they are astonished — Jane Porter
The mob is a sort of bear; while your ring is through its nose, it will even dance under your cudgel — Jane Porter