Character is what you are in the dark.

Character is what you are in the dark.

So well she acted all and every part
By turns--with that vivacious versatility,
Which many people take read more

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.

Many men build as cathedrals were built, the part nearest the
ground finished; but that part which soars toward read more

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.

Pride slays thanksgiving, but a humble mind is the soil out of which thanks naturally grow. A proud man is read more

Pride slays thanksgiving, but a humble mind is the soil out of which thanks naturally grow. A proud man is seldom a grateful man, for he never thinks he gets as much as he deserves.

There are four types of people: Smart and lazy, Smart and full of energy, Stupid and lazy, Stupid and full read more

There are four types of people: Smart and lazy, Smart and full of energy, Stupid and lazy, Stupid and full of energy

Even the roughest character, underneath all that hurt, is someone who wants to love and be loved.

Even the roughest character, underneath all that hurt, is someone who wants to love and be loved.

Inner liberty can be judged by how often a person feels offended, for you can no more insult a mature read more

Inner liberty can be judged by how often a person feels offended, for you can no more insult a mature man that you can paint the air.

From their folded mates they wander far,
Their ways seem harsh and wild:
They follow the beck read more

From their folded mates they wander far,
Their ways seem harsh and wild:
They follow the beck of a baleful star,
Their paths are dream-beguiled.

Many men are mere warehouses full of merchandise--the head, the
heart, are stuffed with goods. . . . There read more

Many men are mere warehouses full of merchandise--the head, the
heart, are stuffed with goods. . . . There are apartments in
their souls which were once tenanted by taste, and love, and joy,
and worship, but they are all deserted now, and the rooms are
filled with earthy and material things.