Some thoughts I had while considering this review of Tolstoy's Anna Karenina.
and virtue are two different words for the same human experience.
Sometimes that experience is pleasant in one way--building something
beautiful and integral over a long period of time--and we call it
virtue. Sometimes that experience is pleasant in another way--destroying something beautifully in one instant--and we call it vice.
is built out of death, and death paves the way for life. I do not know
how history will judge my death (my life), but I know I will do my best
to make that death (life) a beautiful one (whether it comes tomorrow or
four decades from now, whether it arrives as the long culmination of
virtuous pleasure or the sudden instance of something vicious).
may be simple in the mind of man, but life is always complex, making
values in society very complicated (necessarily and inevitably).