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.
When the cup of any sensual pleasure is drained to the bottom, there is always poison in the dregs. - Jane Porter
When the cup of any sensual pleasure is drained to the bottom, there is always poison in the dregs.
- Jane Porter
Be shocking, be daring, be bold, be passionate. - Jane Porter
Be shocking, be daring, be bold, be passionate.
We all know that a lie needs no other grounds, than the invention of the liar; and to take for granted as truth, all that is alleged against the fame… - Jane Porter
We all know that a lie needs no other grounds, than the invention of the liar; and to take for granted as truth, all that is alleged against the fame…
The only impregnable citadel of virtue is religion; for there is no bulwark of mere morality, which some temptation may not overtop or undermine, and… - Jane Porter
The only impregnable citadel of virtue is religion; for there is no bulwark of mere morality, which some temptation may not overtop or undermine, and…
A generous spirit is as eloquent in acknowledging benefits as it is bounteous in bestowing them. - Jane Porter
A generous spirit is as eloquent in acknowledging benefits as it is bounteous in bestowing them.
Imparting knowledge is only lighting other men's candles at our lamp without depriving ourselves of any flame. - Jane Porter
Imparting knowledge is only lighting other men's candles at our lamp without depriving ourselves of any flame.
The best manner of avenging ourselves is by not resembling him who has injured us. - Jane Porter
The best manner of avenging ourselves is by not resembling him who has injured us.
In his fairy dreams of war [Thaddeus] always made conquest the sure end of his battles. - Jane Porter
In his fairy dreams of war [Thaddeus] always made conquest the sure end of his battles.
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 hear… - 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 hear…
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