Virtue (n.) loses to usefulness whenever neither the fear of God nor the hope of another life is watching.
Virtue (n.) as the ancient moralists praised it was often just apathy, or pride, or despair, or parricide under a fine name.
Virtue (n.) are often born of error: kindness from naivety, piety from fear, courage from desperation.
Virtue (n.) is the one thing we cannot desire too fervently — and in it our mistake is never desiring too much but always too little.
Virtue (n.) at its most perfect goes unnoticed: balanced virtues show no prominent feature, so the crowd praises the flawed ones that blaze.
Virtue (n.) is never having failed to do what you judged best — and the conscience that cannot reproach you gives a calm no storm of passion can disturb.
Virtue (n.) is a habit of the soul disposing it to certain thoughts; when the spirits fortify those thoughts, virtue is at once an action and a passion.
Virtue (n.) is the target and contentment the prize: virtue alone does not look very desirable, but the prize cannot be won without hitting it.
Virtue (n.) is nothing but the firmness of the resolution to follow reason — the philosophers divided it into many species with different names, but it is one thing.
Virtue (n.) needs perception by the intellect and propensity of the will; no one lacks the will part, so even the not very bright can be wise within their limits.
Virtue (n.) unenlightened by the understanding can be false: the very willpower to do right can drive us to do wrong in the belief that it is right.
Virtue (n.) that is merely apparent is often a rare vice mistaken for virtue because it stands far from a common vice: rashness is praised over courage, spendthrifts over the generous, and no one wins a name for piety faster than the superstitious or the hypocrite.