Vice (n.) is unlimited in its forms, while virtue has only one.
Vice (n.) never knows either itself or virtue, whereas virtue, educated, comes in time to know both.
Vice (n.) is motion gone wrong: a soul whose movement is held back and hindered, filling it with badness.
Vice (n.) is hard to keep hidden, but nothing great is easy — so the ambitious form secret societies and hire teachers of persuasion.
Vice (n.) rather than virtue is where the greatest pleasures and the greatest pains are born — in some bad state of body and soul.
Vice (n.) hurts less than poverty or sickness, which is exactly why its harm must be monstrous to make it the most shameful thing of all.
Vice (n.) is easy and close at hand; the gods have put sweat between us and virtue, on a road long, rough, and steep.
Vice (n.) is a smooth, short road you can travel without sweating, as Hesiod says; virtue is long, steep and rough at first, then easy at the top.