Augustus Hare

A man prone to suspect evil is mostly looking in his neighbor for what he sees in himself.

It is with flowers as with moral qualities, the bright are sometimes poisonous, but I believe never the sweet.

Happy the boy whose mother is tired of talking nonsense to him before he is old enough to know the sense of it.

Crimes sometimes shock us too much, vices almost always too little.

What a person praises is perhaps a surer standard even than what he condemns of his own character information and abilities.

The intellect of the wise is like glass, it admits the light of heaven and reflects it.

Nothing is farther than earth from heaven, nothing is nearer than heaven to earth.

It is a proof of our natural bias to evil that gain is slower and harder than loss in all things good, but in all things bad getting is quicker and easier than getting rid of.

Many are ambitious of saying grand things that is of being grandiloquent.

Only when the voice of duty is silent or when it has already spoken may we allowably think of the consequences of a particular action.

As to the pure all things are pure even so to the impure all things are impure.

The power of faith will often shine forth the most when the character is naturally weak.

A mother should give her children a superabundance of enthusiasm; that after they have lost all they are sure to lose on mixing with the world, enough may still remain to prompt fated support them through great actions.

There is no being eloquent for atheism. In that exhausted receiver the mind cannot use its wings - the clearest proof that it is out of its element.

What hypocrites we seem to be whenever we talk of ourselves! Our words sound so humble while our hearts are so proud.

The virtue of paganism was strength, the virtue of Christianity is obedience.

A statesman we are told should follow public opinion. Doubtless as a coachman follows his horses, having firm hold on the reins and guiding them.

It is well for us that we are born babies in intellect. Could we understand half what mothers say and do to their infants, we should be filled with a conceit of our own importance which would render us insupportable through life.

Nothing good bursts forth all at once. The lightning may dart out of a black cloud, but the day sends his bright heralds before him to prepare the world for his coming.

Love it has been said flows downward. The love of parents for their children has always been far more powerful than that of children for their parents, and who among the sons of men ever loved God with a thousandth part of the love which God has manifested to us?