In the moment of our creation we receive the stamp of our individuality; and much of life is spent in rubbing off or defacing the impression.
Augustus William HareIf Painting be Poetry's sister, she can only be a sister Anne, who will see nothing but a flock of sheep, while the other bodies forth a troop of dragoons with drawn sabres and white-plumed helmets.
Augustus William HareLeaves are light, and useless, and idle, and wavering, and changeable; they even dance; and yet God in his wisdom has made them a part of oaks. And in so doing he has given us a lesson, not to deny the stout-heartedness within because we see the lightsomeness without.
Augustus William Hare