It is the dim haze of mystery that adds enchantment to pursuit.
There is even the dignity of vice.
In general, indulgence for those we know is rarer than pity for those we know not.
Axioms are delightful in theory, but impossible in practice.
Vices are often habits rather than passions.
That which happens to the soil when it ceases to be cultivated by the social man happens to man himself when he foolishly forsakes society for solitude; the brambles grow up in his desert heart.