Virtues are dangerous as vices insofar as they are allowed to rule over one as authorities and not as qualities one develops oneself. – Friedrich Nietzsche
The sad and solemn night hath yet her multitude of cheerful fires; The glorious host of light walk the dark hemisphere till she retires; All through her silent watches, gliding slow, Her constellations come, and climb the heavens, and go. – William Cullen Bryant
