He was thirty-five before he gained a seat in Parliament, yet he found time to carve his name deep in the political history of England.

He was a man of great gifts, and of transcendent force of character.

Yet he had a weakness, which proved a serious defect--it was his want of temper; his genius was sacrificed to his irritability.

And without this apparently minor gift of temper, the most splendid endowments may be comparatively valueless to their possessor.
Character is formed by a variety of minute circumstances, more or less under the regulation and control of the individual.

Not a day passes without its discipline, whether for good or for evil.