Purpose is what gives life meaning.
The old echoes are long in dying.
The man who lives by himself and for himself is likely to be corrupted by the company he keeps.
Faith is the very heroism and enterprise of intellect. Faith is not a passivity, but a faculty. Faith is power, the material of effect. Faith is a kind of winged intellect. The great work men of history have been men who believed like giants.
Character is the impulse reined down into steady continuance.
Purpose, and to be thoroughly wedded to that purpose, is three quarters of salvation.