Duty largely consists of pretending that the trivial is critical.

What, then, is your duty? What the day demands.

The burning conviction that we have a holy duty toward others is often a way of attaching our drowning selves to a passing raft.

When habit has strengthened our sense of duties, they leave us no time for other things; but when young we neglect them and this gives us time for anything.

Without duty, life is soft and boneless; it cannot hold itself together.

What is the use of such terrible diligence as many tire themselves out with, if they always postpone their exchange of smiles with Beauty and Joy to cling to irksome duties and relations?

Whilst weakness and timidity keep us to our duty, virtue has often all the honour for it.

Duty then is the sublimest word in our language. Do your duty in all things. You cannot do more. You should never wish to do less.

When Duty comes a-knocking at your gate, Welcome him in; for if you bid him wait, He will depart only to come once more And bring seven other duties to your door.

If a sense of duty tortures a man, it also enables him to achieve prodigies.