A Quote by Seneca the Younger

We pardon familiar vices. — © Seneca the Younger
We pardon familiar vices.
Vices that are familiar we pardon, and only new ones reprehend.
Of all vices take heed of drunkenness; other vices are but fruits of disordered affections--this disorders, nay, banishes reason; other vices but impair the soul--this demolishes her two chief faculties, the understanding and the will; other vices make their own way--this makes way for all vices; he that is a drunkard is qualified for all vice.
We tolerate without rebuke the vices with which we have grown familiar.
When you look at the Nixon pardon, the short-term gain would have been never to pardon him.
He, who will not pardon others, must not himself expect pardon.
I pardon him, as God shall pardon me.
In the end, granting mercy comes down to just two people. For the recipient, the pardon is freedom. For the politician, the pardon can mean - not surprisingly - political gain.
I have strongly rejected the proposal to pardon and transfer her to the United States. I do not have the legal power to pardon terrorists and even if I did, I would not use it.
Pardon all but thy selfe. [Pardon all but thyself.]
We make a ladder for ourselves of our vices, if we trample those same vices underfoot.
If a man has no vices, he is in great danger of making vices about his virtues, and there's a spectacle.
We make ourselves a ladder out of our vices if we trample the vices themselves underfoot.
I like to compare the holiday season with the way a child listens to a favorite story. The pleasure is in the familiar way the story begins, the anticipation of familiar turns it takes, the familiar moments of suspense, and the familiar climax and ending.
Mum once told Dad that vices are only vices when looked at through the frame of society.
I love the president Donald Trump. He supports law enforcement and I'm very humbled. I said publicly, recently, pardon or no pardon, I will be with him until the end.
Pardon all runners, All speechless, alien winds, All mad waters. Pardon their impulses, Their wild attitudes, Their young flights, their reticence. When a message has no clothes on How can it be spoken.
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