Quotes About Vice

The function of vice is to keep virtue within reasonable bounds.

But what is liberty without wisdom, and without virtue? It is the greatest of all possible evils; for it is folly, vice, and madness, without tuition or restraint.

This is the very womb and bed of enormity.

If Mother Theresa went to Atlantic City, I don't think she'd start playing Blackjack.

Frontiers; what romance! Not all the nagging douanes and impatient queues of passengers could spoil it. Say frontier, frontier, frontier, ten times, and the word, unlike most words so treated, still retains a meaning. Love, hate, friendship, virtue, vice, God - these may become as sounding brass and tinkling cymbals, but frontiers remain.

My major vice is sarcasm with a side of caffeine addiction.

Smoke if you like. I've given it up. It's so morale-building to have given up one of the vices. Of course I'd never have done it without that cancer scare to help me. Sheer terror can be awfully useful, don't you think?

Indeed, the main thing women have done in large groups is to protest and complain about the men and the men's activities. On this, women have been useful and successful in collective work. I refer here not only to the feminist movements from the suffragists onward, but also to various campaigns to protest men's drunkenness, to reduce vice such as by getting men to stop using prostitutes, and the like. Women's groups were also active in campaigning against slavery.

Because "we human beings are imaginative by nature, we cannot choose to live by the routine of the ant-heap. If deprived of the imagery of virtue" — imaginative depictions of the truly good life — "we will seek out the imagery of vice.

If you want an element of spirituality to enter your life, the first thing you must do is drop these rigid ideas of virtue and vice, and learn to look at life just the way it is.

The highest good was the virtuous life. Virtue alone is happiness, and vice is unhappiness. Carrying this theory to its extreme, the Stoic said that there could be no gradations between virtue and vice, though of course each has its special manifestations.

Virtue alone is happiness, and vice is unhappiness.

The highest good was the virtuous life. Virtue alone is happiness, and vice is unhappiness.

He also that pursues after pleasures, as that which is truly good and flies from pains, as that which is truly evil: is impious.

Humanity's universal sin is far, far worse than those traditional vice lists cited for Greeks and Jews by Paul in Romans 1–3. It is this: we have accepted violence as civilization's drug of choice, and our addiction now threatens creation itself.

Although I'm afraid of this idea and ashamed of it, and although in the daytime I find it melodramatic and ludicrous and refuse to believe in it, I also cherish it. It's like the secret bottle stashed away by alcoholics: I may have no desire to use it, right now, but I feel more secure knowing it's there. It's a fallback, it's a vice, it's an exit. It's a weapon.

Scoundrels [...] simply don't die. The ones who die are always the gentle, sweet, and beautiful people. [...] Scoundrels live a long time. The beautiful die young.

I saw these men and knew what they wanted, that this was vice, and despicable, and the price of it was Hell.

All the vices lead to fortune when they are joined with the vilest of all--avarice. This is the secret of life.

All pleasure is a vice, for seeking pleasure is what everybody does in life, and the only dark vice is doing what everybody does.

They that endeavour to abolish vice destroy also virtue, for contraries, though they destroy one another, are yet the life of one another.

The thing I've learned in life is that basically good people can do some really horrific things, and basically bad people can do some really good things.

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