Virtue, perhaps, is nothing more than politeness of soul.
Virtue, perhaps, is nothing more than politeness of soul.
Hatred is the vice of narrow souls they feed it with all their littleness, and make it the pretext of base tyrannies.
When women love us, they forgive us everything, even our crimes; when they do not love us, they give us credit for nothing, not even our virtues.
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