The pure in heart are slow to credit calumnies, because they hardly comprehend what motives can be inducements to the alleged crimes.
Jane PorterHappiness 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