The best manner of avenging ourselves is by not resembling him who has injured us.
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
It is not the mountain we conquer, but ourselves.