Character building begins in our infancy and continues until death.

People think that a liar gains a victory over his victim. What I've learned is that a lie is an act of self-abdication, because one surrenders one's reality to the person to whom one lies, making that person one's master, condemning oneself from then on to faking the sort of reality that person's view requires to be faked.

Our scientific power has outrun our spiritual power. We have guided missiles and misguided men.

People do not seem to realize that their opinion of the world is also a confession of character.

He whose honor depends on the opinion of the mob must day by day strive with the greatest anxiety, act and scheme in order to retain his reputation. For the mob is varied and inconsistent, and therefore if a reputation is not carefully preserved it dies quickly.

We will have to repent in this generation not merely for the hateful words and actions of the bad people but for the appalling silence of the good people.

Not a having and a resting, but a growing and a becoming is the character of perfection as culture conceives it.