Virtue (n.) as men have it stands farther from the divine standard than human ability does: nature resembles our art more than our justice.
Virtue (n.) and vice are like colours, sounds, heat and cold — not qualities in objects but perceptions in the mind; a mighty discovery that changes almost nothing in practice.
Virtue (n.) once a little practised is always agreeable; superstition is forever odious and burdensome — Ramadan must be harder than any moral duty.
Virtue (n.) of a manly, steady kind is the thing most destructive to superstition: in that calm sunshine of the mind, the spectres of false divinity never appear.
Virtue (n.) of the social kind is contagious: it transfuses itself into each beholder and calls forth on its own behalf the very affection it exerts on others.
Virtue (n.) cannot belong to a useful object: a chest of drawers may be as handy as a statesman and as well proportioned as a body, but can we ever be in love with it?
Virtue (n.) at a distance is like a fixed star: to the eye of reason as luminous as the noonday sun, yet so far off it gives neither light nor heat.
Virtue (n.) I love without austerity, pleasure without effeminacy, and life without fearing its end.
Virtue (n.) stripped of the dismal dress divines put on her shows nothing but gentleness and affability — even, at proper intervals, play, frolic and gaiety; austere pretenders she rejects as hypocrites.
Virtue (n.) is whatever mental action or quality gives a spectator the pleasing sentiment of approbation; vice the contrary.
Virtue (n.) cannot be limited to voluntary qualities, for courage, patience and equanimity depend little or not at all on our choice — yet every language calls them virtues.
Virtue (n.) is sense and spirit with humanity — for mere good-nature is a fool.
Virtue (n.) did not have to be voluntary, the ancients saw: cowardice, folly and impatience are odious though independent of the will — no one can attain every beauty of mind any more than of body.
Virtue (n.) described in a foreign land without names sounds like murder, incest and perjury — and it is only Athens.
Virtue (n.) has never been praised except for being useful or agreeable — for where would be the sense of extolling a character good for nothing?
Virtue (n.) is praised in every language because the word itself means praise — part of the harmony in morals is merely the nature of language.
Virtue (n.) of every kind can easily be refined away by a false philosophy sifting it with every captious rule of logic.