Virtue (n.) is always too much of a piece and too ignorant of those shades of feeling and of temperament that enable us to squint when we are placed in a false position.
Virtue (n.) is an abstract idea, varying in its manifestations with the surroundings. Virtue in provence, in constantinople, in london, and in paris bears very different fruit, but is none the less virtue.
Virtue (n.) is developed slowly within us as the invisible links that bind each one of our existences to the others existences which the spirit alone remembers, for matter has no memory for spiritual things.
Virtue (n.) is not a thing you can have by halves... it is or it is not.
Virtue (n.) is nothing more than politeness of soul.
Virtue (n.) is often reproached for its failings while we are indulgent to the better qualities of vice.