Jane Porter Quotes

The mob is a sort of bear while your ring is through its nose it will even dance under your cudgel but should the ring slip and you lose your hold the brute will turn and rend you.

Jane Porter

Happiness is not perfected until it is shared.

Jane Porter

Happiness is a sunbeam which may pass through a thousand bosoms without losing a particle of its original ray nay when it strikes on a kindred heart like the converged light on a mirror it reflects itself with redoubled brightness. It is not perfected till it is shared.

Jane Porter