Quotes About Conceit

Somebody ought to tell him his ambition is showing.

Always first draw fresh breath after outbursts of vanity and complacency.

No one likes someone who's really overconfident.

You can sometimes get the big head and overlook things.

Everyone in the sciences secretly believes that mathematicians are smarter than they are. I think mathematicians also believe this. At

the conceit of the long-distance traveler is the belief that he is going so far, he will be alone—inconceivable that another person has the same good idea.

But the greatest wisdom could be blinded by the glare of vanity.

Egotism is the art of seeing in yourself what others cannot see.

Hot air expands, and seriously pompous attitude is the inflation of choice by those lacking substance.

People often discounted narcissism as relatively harmless because the term sometimes conjured the clichéd image of a vain man staring longingly at his reflection in a pool of water or a mirror.

Arrogant people habitually overestimated their own abilities and underestimated everyone else's. "And

The fatal conceit of intellectuals, he said, is to think that smart people can design an economy or a society better than the apparently chaotic interactions of millions of people. Such intellectuals fail to realize how much they don't know or how a market makes use of all the localized knowledge each of us possesses.

Does the universe hate us? How many pitfalls lie ahead, waiting to shred our conceited molecule-clusters back into unthinking dust? Shall we count them?

Vanity's ridiculous, be we all fall prey to it from time to time.

Among pernicious myths is the one where people always get very upbeat and generous and other-directed right before they eliminate their own map for keeps. The truth is that the hours before a suicide are usually an interval of enormous conceit and self-involvement.

so full of himself he could have shit limbs.

The bearded creatures are quite as eager for praise, quite as finikin over their toilets, quite as proud of their personal advantages, quite as conscious of their powers of fascination, as any coquette in the world.

The best ink for Vanity Fair use would be one that faded utterly in a couple of days, and left the paper clean and blank, so that you might write on it to somebody else.

True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air, And more inconstant than the wind, who woos Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his side to the dew-dropping south.

Who knows himself a braggart, let him fear this, for it will come to pass that every braggart shall be found an ass.

He that is proud eats up himself: pride is his own glass, his own trumpet, his own chronicle.

Then the conceit of this inconstant stay Sets you rich in youth before my sight, Where wasteful Time debateth with Decay, To change your day of youth to sullied night; And all in war with Time for love of you, As he takes from you I engraft you new.

The devil a puritan that he is, or anything, constantly, but a time-pleaser, an affectioned ass that cons state without book and utters it by great swathes; the best persuaded of himself, so crammed, as he thinks, with excellencies, that it is his grounds of faith that all that look on him love him – and on that vice in him will my revenge find notable cause to work.

With purpose to be dressed in an opinion of wisdom gravity profound conceit as who should say 'I am Sir Oracle and when I ope my lips let no dog bark.' 1.1