A character is like an acrostic or Alexandrian stanza; read it forward, backward, or across, it still spells the same thing.

The force of character is cumulative.

There are geniuses in trade, as well as in war, or the state, or letters; and the reason why this or that man is fortunate, is not to be told. It lies in the man: that is all anybody can tell you about it. See him, and you will know as easily why he succeeds, […]

No change of circumstances can repair a defect of character.

Do what you know, and perception is converted into character, as islands and continents were built by invisible infusories, or, as these forest leaves absorb light, electricity, and volatile gases, and the gnarled oak to live a thousand years is the arrest and fixation of the most volatile and ethereal currents.

People seem not to see that their opinion of the world is also a confession of character. We can only see what we are, and if we misbehave we suspect others.