Augustus John Cuthbert Hare (13 March 1834 – 22 January 1903) was an English writer and raconteur.
Reading is to the mind what exercise is to the body. It is wholesome and bracing for the mind to have its faculties kept of the stretch.
Crimes sometimes shock us too much; vices almost always too little.
Thought is the wind, knowledge the sail, and mankind the vessel.
Every Irishman, the saying goes, has a potato in his head.
A Christian is God Almighty's gentleman.
Never put much confidence in such as put no confidence in others. A man prone to suspect evil is mostly looking in his neighbor for what he sees in himself. As to the pure all things are pure, even so to the impure all things are impure.
Since the generality of persons act from impulse, much more than from principle, men are neither so good nor so bad as we are apt to think them.
Some people carry their hearts in their heads; very many carry their heads in their hearts. The difficulty is to keep them apart, yet both actively working together.
The power of faith will often shine forth the most when the character is naturally weak.
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.
Many are ambitious of saying grand things, that is, of being grandiloquent.
Friendship is love without its flowers or veil.
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.
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.
Few persons have courage enough to appear as good as they really are.
It is with flowers as with moral qualities; the bright are sometimes poisonous; but, I believe, never the sweet.
Friendship closes its eye rather than see the moon eclipsed; while malice denies that it is ever at the full.
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?
To Adam Paradise was home. To the good among his descendants home is paradise.