So well she acted all and every part
By turns--with that vivacious versatility,
Which many people take for want of heart.
They err--'tis merely what is call'd mobility,
A thing of temperament and not of art,
Though seeming so, from its supposed facility;
And false--though true; for surely they're sincerest
Who are strongly acted on by what is nearest.
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Instead of saying that man is the creature of circumstance, it would be nearer the mark to say that man is the architect of circumstance. It is character which builds an existence out of circumstance. From the same materials one man builds palaces, another hovels; one warehouses, another villas; bricks and mortar are mortar and bricks until the architect can make them something else.
A man's character is his guardian divinity.
A man's character is his guardian divinity.
Vitanda est improba Siren Desidia. (That shameful Siren, sloth, is ever to be avoided.)
Vitanda est improba Siren Desidia. (That shameful Siren, sloth, is ever to be avoided.)
A man never discloses his own character so clearly as when he describes another's.
A man never discloses his own character so clearly as when he describes another's.
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You can measure a man by the opposition it takes to discourage him.
In brief, I don't stick to declare, Father Dick,
So they call him for short, is a regular brick;
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In brief, I don't stick to declare, Father Dick,
So they call him for short, is a regular brick;
A metaphor taken--I have not the page aright--
From an ethical work by the Stagyrite.
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To wish you were someone else is to waste the person you are.
Many men build as cathedrals were built, the part nearest the
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Many men build as cathedrals were built, the part nearest the
ground finished; but that part which soars toward heaven, the
turrets and the spires, forever incomplete.
