I have so many quotes marked from this book that I might as well just memorize the entire thing. This book alone introduced me to the writings of C.S. Lewis, and I am forever indebted to perceptions. Virtue, as he defines it, is the ability to recognize what is true, good and beautiful. To be able to admit that something has value.
Difficult in our world.
How did we get to the point that recognizing the goodness or beauty in something or someone else makes us feel as though part of our own soul is being worn away So backwards.