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What is a weed? A plant whose virtues have not yet been discovered. ↗

— Ralph Waldo Emerson

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Our virtues and our failings are inseparable, like force and matter. When they separate, man is no more ↗

— Nikola Tesla

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Hope is a horrible thing, you know. I don't know who decided to package hope as a virtue because it's not. It's a plague. Hope is like walking around with a fishhook in your mouth and somebody just keeps pulling it and pulling it. ↗

— Ann Patchett

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I want people to come away from my book with questions," she says. "Questions about virtue and goodness. Not answers. ↗

— Veronica Roth

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You have to choose the best, every day, without compromise...guided by your own virtue and highest ambition ↗

— Philippa Gregory

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Why is discipline important? Discipline teaches us to operate by principle rather than desire. Saying no to our impulses (even the ones that are not inherently sinful) puts us in control of our appetites rather than vice versa. It deposes our lust and permits truth, virtue, and integrity to rule our minds instead. ↗

— John MacArthur

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This man has conquered the world! What have you done?" The philosopher replied without an instant's hesitation, "I have conquered the need to conquer the world. ↗

— Steven Pressfield

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I hate purity, I hate goodness! I don't want virtue to exist anywhere. I want everyone to be corrupt to the bones. ↗

— George Orwell

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Your stockings prove your virtues. Be certain they are clean and free of tears. ↗

— Emilie Autumn

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I cannot express it; but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is or should be an existence of yours beyond you. What were the use of my creation, if I were entirely contained here? My great miseries in this world have been Heathcliff's miseries, and I watched and felt each from the beginning: my great thought in living is himself. If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part of it. My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees. My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff! He's always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being. ↗

— Emily Brontë

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