Character Is Constructed Amidst The Tempests Of

Oh God, How Do The World And Heavens Confine Themselves, When Our Hearts Tremble In Their Own Barriers!

Our Hands We Open Of Our Own Free Will, And The Good Flies, Which We Can Never Recall.

Character Develops Itself In The Stream Of Life.

He Who Has Art And Science Also Has Religion, But Those Who Do Not Have Them Better Have Religion.

In Society Every Man Is Taken For What He Gives Himself Out To Be; But He Must Give Himself Out To Be Something. Better To Be Slightly Disagreeable Than Altogether Insignificant.