Virtue craves a steep and thorny path.
Virtue has its own reward, but no sales at the box office.
Virtue has never been as respectable as money.
Virtue is a state of war, and to live in it we have always to combat with ourselves.
Virtue is a sure anchor.
Virtue is harmony.
Virtue is its own reward, and brings with it the truest and highest pleasure; but if we cultivate it only for pleasure's sake, we are selfish, not religious, and will never gain the pleasure, because we can never have the virtue.
Virtue is its own reward.
Virtue is its own reward. There's a pleasure in doing good which sufficiently pays itself.
Virtue is like a rich stone, best plain set.
Virtue is like health: the harmony of the whole man.
Virtue is more to be feared than vice, because its excesses are not subject to the regulation of conscience.
Virtue is reason which has become energy.
Virtue is simply happiness, and happiness is a by-product of function. You are happy when you are functioning.
Virtue is the only true nobility.
Virtue is the strongest shield.
Virtue is too often merely local.
Virtue knows that it is impossible to get on without compromise, and tunes herself, as it were, a trifle sharp to allow for an inevitable fall in playing.
Virtue must be valuable, if men and women of all degrees pretend to have it.
Virtue rejects facility to be her companion. She requires a craggy, rough and thorny way.