Old age adds to the respect due to virtue, but it takes nothing from the contempt inspired by vice; it whitens only the hair.
The details are the very source of expression in architecture. But we are caught in a vice between art and the bottom line.
The foundation of empire is art and science. Remove them or degrade them, and the empire is no more. Empire follows art and not vice versa as Englishmen suppose.
The only vice that cannot be forgiven is hypocrisy. The repentance of a hypocrite is itself hypocrisy.
Ambrosio was yet to learn, that to an heart unacquainted with her, Vice is ever most dangerous when lurking behind the Mask of Virtue.
Dreams are all equipped with revolving doors: Someone is always walking into the one you are leaving, and vice-versa.
First people lose their hair, then their vices, then their motivation. Then a toupee brings it all flowing back.
People have within their own hands the tools to fashion their own destiny.
To vice, innocence must always seem only a superior kind of chicanery.
It is the American vice, the democratic disease which expresses its tyranny by reducing everything unique to the level of the herd.
After being sworn in to office, vice presidents have usually been relegated to the sidelines, where they just don't get to do very much.
There are some faults so nearly allied to excellence that we can scarce weed out the vice without eradicating the virtue.
Often, city fathers blamed prostitutes for the disease, and some threatened to brand their cheeks with hot iron if they did not desist from their vices.
The mind is exercised by the variety and multiplicity of the subject matter, while the character is moulded by the contemplation of virtue and vice.
People think because 'Vice' is irreverent and because we're crazy, we're stunt journalists. You know what? I don't actually care.
Chocolate is maybe my only vice. In particular, Godiva's champagne truffles. Or Dean & Deluca vanilla cupcakes. Just thinking about them - oh my gosh!
By vulgarity I mean that vice of civilization which makes man ashamed of himself and his next of kin, and pretend to be somebody else.
Once there were two brothers: one ran away to sea, the other was elected Vice-President-and nothing was ever heard from either of them again.
I'm pretty casual, but I'm starting to obsess a little bit; like, one of my favorite things to do is to pair really feminine accessories with edgier outfits or vice versa.
In order to know virtue, we must acquaint ourselves with vice. Only then can we know the true measure of a man.
How rude would I be, walking around and saying: 'Hello. I'm Eleanor Mondale. My father was vice president of the United States. Treat me differently.'
