A man is not a character, he is a dozen characters, one of them prominent, the other eleven more or less undeveloped.

I knew a man once, two of whose characters were of equal value, and the consequences were peculiar." We begged him to relate the case to us, and he did so.
"He was a Balliol man," said MacShaughnassy, "and his Christian name was Joseph.

He was a member of the 'Devonshire' at the time I knew him, and was, I think, the most superior person I have ever met.

He sneered at the _Saturday Review_ as the pet journal of the suburban literary club; and at the _Athenaeum_ as the trade organ of the unsuccessful writer.
Thackeray, he considered, was fairly entitled to his position of favourite author to the cultured clerk; and Carlyle he regarded as the exponent of the earnest artisan.

Living authors he never read, but this did not prevent his criticising them contemptuously.