He that is proud eats up himself. Pride is his own glass, his
own trumpet, his own chronicle; and read more

He that is proud eats up himself. Pride is his own glass, his
own trumpet, his own chronicle; and whatever praises itself but
in the deed, devours the deed in the praise.

One of the best temporary cures for pride and affection is seasickness; a man who wants to vomit never puts read more

One of the best temporary cures for pride and affection is seasickness; a man who wants to vomit never puts on airs.

What the weak head with strongest bias rules,
Is pride, the never-failing vice of fools.

What the weak head with strongest bias rules,
Is pride, the never-failing vice of fools.

The truly proud man knows neither superiors nor inferiors. The first he does not admit of; the last he does read more

The truly proud man knows neither superiors nor inferiors. The first he does not admit of; the last he does not concern himself about.

Pride (of all others the most dang'rous fault)
Proceeds from want of sense, or want of thought.

Pride (of all others the most dang'rous fault)
Proceeds from want of sense, or want of thought.

The passions grafted on wounded pride are the most inveterate; they are green and vigorous in old age.

The passions grafted on wounded pride are the most inveterate; they are green and vigorous in old age.

The sin of pride may be a small or a great thing in someone's life, and hurt vanity a passing read more

The sin of pride may be a small or a great thing in someone's life, and hurt vanity a passing pinprick, or a self-destroying or ever murderous obsession.

There was one who thought himself above me, and he was above me until he had that thought.

There was one who thought himself above me, and he was above me until he had that thought.

I have ventured,
Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders,
This many summers in a sea read more

I have ventured,
Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders,
This many summers in a sea of glory,
But far beyond my depth. My high-blown pride
At length broke under me, and now has left me,
Weary and old with service, to the mercy
Of a rude stream that must for ever hide me.