Vice (n.) is reached by a road so gradual that by its end the knave is free of the insect-swarms of bad conscience — wholly infamous, he goes in innocence.
Vice (n.) as it is crudely called is mostly just the physiological inability not to react.
Vice (n.) in our modern age takes three forms: overwork, inquisitiveness and compassion.
Vice (n.) and luxury do not destroy a people; a people that is already degenerating needs ever stronger stimuli — that is vice and luxury.
Vice (n.) is every type of anti-nature — and the vice is Christianity.
Vice (n.) is my word for every kind of antinature — or, if you prefer pretty words, idealism.
Vice (n.) is not a cause but a consequence — a somewhat arbitrary word for certain results of physiological degeneration.
Vice (n.) of the modern age are overwork, curiosity, and sympathy.
Vice (n.) does not refute a man of our kind, nor do his follies; being hard to recognize, we have every reason to give ourselves foregrounds.