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And be on they guard against the good and the just! They would fain curcify those who devise their own read more
And be on they guard against the good and the just! They would fain curcify those who devise their own virtue -- they hate the lonesome ones.
It is the stain and disgrace of the age to envy virtue, and to be
anxious to crush the read more
It is the stain and disgrace of the age to envy virtue, and to be
anxious to crush the very flower of dignity.
[Lat., Est haec saeculi labes quaedam et macula virtuti invidere,
velle ipsum florem dignitatis infringere.]
It is a revenge the devil sometimes takes upon the virtuous, that he entraps them by the force of the read more
It is a revenge the devil sometimes takes upon the virtuous, that he entraps them by the force of the very passion they have suppressed and think themselves superior to.
He possessed beauty without vanity, strength without insolence; courage without ferocity; and all the virtues of man without his vices
He possessed beauty without vanity, strength without insolence; courage without ferocity; and all the virtues of man without his vices
Virtue is more to be feared than vice, because its excesses are not subject to the regulation of conscience.
Virtue is more to be feared than vice, because its excesses are not subject to the regulation of conscience.
The virtues of society are vices of the saint. The terror of reform is the discovery that we must cast read more
The virtues of society are vices of the saint. The terror of reform is the discovery that we must cast away our virtues, or what we have always esteemed such, into the same pit that has consumed our grosser vices.
The greatest virtues are those which are most useful to other persons.
The greatest virtues are those which are most useful to other persons.
Certainly virtue is like precious odours, most fragrant when they
are incensed or crushed.
Certainly virtue is like precious odours, most fragrant when they
are incensed or crushed.
Virtue and sense are one; and, trust me, still
A faithless heart betrays the head unsound.
Virtue and sense are one; and, trust me, still
A faithless heart betrays the head unsound.
