| Author |
Quotes |
| Henry Ward Beecher | 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. |
| Henry Ward Beecher | 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. |
| Heraclitus | Man's character is his fate. |
| Horace | Vitanda est improba Siren Desidia. |
| James Beattie | Zealous, yet modest; innocent, though free; Patient of toil; serene amidst alarms; Inflexible in faith; invincible in arms. |
| James Buckham | Trials, temptations, disappointments -- all these help instead of hinder, if one uses them rightly. They not only test the fiber of a character, but strengthen it. Every conquered temptation represents a new fund of moral energy. Every trial endured and weathered in the right spirit makes a soul nobler and stronger than it was before. |
| Janis Joplin | Don't compromise yourself, you're all you've got. |
| Jean Paul Richter | A man never discloses his own character so clearly as when he describes another's. |
| Johnathan Winters | Only the mediocre are always at their best! |
| Jonathan Edwards | Resolved: never to do anything which I should be afraid to do if it were the last hour of my life. |
| Karl Schonhausen Bismarck | A great unrecognized incapacity |
| Karl Schonhausen Bismarck | Our character is what we do when we think no one is looking |
| Leif Summerfield | There are four types of people: Smart and lazy, Smart and full of energy, Stupid and lazy, Stupid and full of energy |
| Lord Chesterfield | You must look into people, as well as at them. |
| Ralph Waldo Emerson | What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us. |
| Ralph Waldo Emerson | Make the most of yourself, for that is all there is of you. |
| Ralph Waldo Emerson | What you are thunders so that I cannot hear what you say to the contrary. |
| Richard Eugene Burton | 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. |
| Richard Harris Barham | 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. |
| Richard Harris Barham | Knight without fear and without reproach. |
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