Character is personal. It is not a possession we can share with another. We can give a hungry man part of our loaf of bread; we can divide our money with one who needs; but character is something that we cannot give away or communicate. The brave soldier cannot share his courage with the pale, trembling recruit who fights by his side in the battle. The pure, gentle woman cannot give part of her purity and gentleness to the defiled and hardened sister-woman whom she meets. Character is our own, a part of our very being. It grows in us along the years. Acts repeated become habits, and character is made up in the end of the habits which have been repeated so often as to become a permanent part of the life.