Quotes About Responsibility

I assumed my first undivided responsibility.

Especially," said Mr. Pumblechook, "be grateful, boy, to them which brought you up by hand." Mrs. Hubble shook her head, and contemplating me with a mournful presentiment that I should come to no good, asked, "Why is it that the young are never grateful?" This moral mystery seemed too much for the company until Mr. Hubble tersely solved it by saying, "Naterally wicious." Everybody then murmured "True!" and looked at me in a particularly unpleasant and personal manner.

great men are urged on to the abuse of power (when they need urging, which is not often), by their flatterers and dependents,

I and my husband have enough to do to keep this wine-shop open, without thinking. All we think, here, is how to live. That is the subject WE think of, and it gives us, from morning to night, enough to think about, without embarrassing our heads concerning others. I think for others? No, no.

He occupied rooms in the Bank, in his fidelity to the House of which he had grown to be a part, lie strong root-ivy. it chanced that they derived a kind of security from the patriotic occupation of the main building, but the true-hearted old gentleman never calculated about that. All such circumstances were indifferent to him, so that he did his duty. On

His was not a lazy trustfulness that hoped, and did no more.

had considered it a little while, she said to the tiny woman, And you keep watch over this every day? And she cast down her eyes,

Next Mrs. Crupp said it was clear she couldn't be in two places at once (which I felt to be reasonable). . .

They are Man's," said the Spirit, looking down upon them. "And they cling to me, appealing from their fathers. This boy is Ignorance. This girl is Want. Beware them both, and all of their degree, but most of all beware this boy, for on his brow I see that written which is Doom, unless the writing be erased.

Bè, naturalmente non è l'uomo adatto.... poiché l'uomo che ha un incarico di fiducia non è mai l'uomo adatto

If the defendant be a man of straw, who is to pay the costs?

I was too cowardly to do what I knew to be right, as I had been too cowardly to avoid doing what I knew to be wrong. I

it's not personal; it's professional: only professional.

I wished that I had some other guardian of minor abilities.

Mankind was my business. The common welfare was my business; charity, mercy, forbearance, and benevolence, were, all, my business.

it had been quite a fine house once, when it was anybody's business to keep it clean and fresh, and nobody's business to smoke in it all day

Business!" cried the Ghost, wringing its hands again. "Mankind was my business. The common welfare was my business; charity, mercy, forbearance, and benevolence, were, all, my business. The dealings of my trade were but a drop of water in the comprehensive ocean of my business!

The imaginary student pursued by the misshapen creature he had impiously made, was not more wretched than I, pursued by the creature who had made me, and recoiling from him with a stronger repulsion, the more he admired me and the fonder he was of me.

CHAPTER XLV THE TRUSTY AGENT

Who suffers by his ill whims! Himself, always.

Conscience is a dreadful thing when it accuses man or boy; but when, in the case of a boy, that secret burden co-operates with another secret burden down the leg of his trousers, it is (as I can testify) a great punishment.

Will you decide what men shall live, what men shall die? It may be, that in the sight of Heaven, you are more worthless and less fit to live than millions like this poor man's child. Oh

It was considered at the time a striking proof of virtue in the young king that he was sorry for his father's death;but, as common subjects have that virtue too, sometimes, we will say no more about it.

The several duties of instruction in this establishment were thus discharged. English grammar, composition, geography, and the use of the dumb-bells, by Miss Melissa Wackles; writing, arithmetic, dancing, music, and general fascination, by Miss Sophia Wackles; the art of needle-work, marking, and samplery, by Miss Jane Wackles; corporal punishment, fasting, and other tortures and terrors, by Mrs Wackles.