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Fewer possess virtue, than those who wish us to believe that they
possess it.
[Lat., Virtute enim ipsa read more
Fewer possess virtue, than those who wish us to believe that they
possess it.
[Lat., Virtute enim ipsa non tam multi praediti esse, quam videri
volunt.]
That virtue we appreciate is as much ours as another's. We see so much only as we possess.
That virtue we appreciate is as much ours as another's. We see so much only as we possess.
Nurse one vice in your bosom. Give it the attention it deserves and let your virtues spring p modestly around read more
Nurse one vice in your bosom. Give it the attention it deserves and let your virtues spring p modestly around it. Then you'll have the miser who's no liar; and the drunkard who's the benefactor of the whole city.
To be able to practice five things everywhere under heaven constitutes perfect virtue. They are gravity, generosity of soul, sincerity, read more
To be able to practice five things everywhere under heaven constitutes perfect virtue. They are gravity, generosity of soul, sincerity, earnestness and kindness.
Ne'er blush'd, unless, in spreading vice's snares,
She blunder'd on some virtue unawares.
Ne'er blush'd, unless, in spreading vice's snares,
She blunder'd on some virtue unawares.
The virtues, like the Muses, are always seen in groups. A good principle was never found solitary in any breast.
The virtues, like the Muses, are always seen in groups. A good principle was never found solitary in any breast.
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.]
The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices
Make instruments to plague us.
The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices
Make instruments to plague us.
We are double-edged blades, and every time we whet our virtue the return stroke straps our vice.
We are double-edged blades, and every time we whet our virtue the return stroke straps our vice.
