Home is where the people who live there need me to come home to them, and worry about me when I'm gone. There's no such place on this earth, no matte… - Orson Scott Card

Why do you bother asking, when you know the answer and you also know that you don't intend to believe it?

“You,” said Purity, “have been long enough out of England to pick up some American brag.”
“But surrounded by Americans as I am,” said Cooper, “my brag is like a farthing in a sack of guineas.”

Where do you draw the line between a humble man who knows his own weaknesses but tries to act out virtues he hasn't quite mastered yet, and a proud man who pretends to have those virtues without the slightest intention of acquiring them?