Character is constructed amidst the tempests of the World

You must either conquer and rule or serve and lose, suffer or triumph, be the anvil or the hammer.

To be loved for what one is, that is the greatest exception. The great majority love in others only what they lend him; their own selves, their version of him.

For a strolling damsel a doubtful reputation bears.

All theory, my friend, is grey, But green is life's glad golden tree.

He who cannot love must learn to flatter.

There is not a single outward mark of courtesy that does not have a deep moral basis.