Happiness is not the end of life: character is.

The more peculiarly his own a man's character is, the better it fits him.

I know sage, wormwood, and hyssop, but I can't smell character unless it stinks.

Nature magically suits the man to his fortunes, by making these the fruit of his character.

As if they were our own handiwork, we place a high value on our characters.

Old age and sickness bring out the essential characteristics of a man.

Fortitude is the capacity to say "no" when the world wants to hear "yes."

A man's character is his guardian divinity.

Character cannot be developed in ease and quiet. Only through experience of trial and suffering can the soul be strengthened, vision cleared, ambition inspired, and success achieved.

Between ourselves and our real natures we interpose that wax figure of idealizations and selections which we call our character.