Quotes About Vanity

Those whom the world has delighted to honor have oftener been influenced in their doings by ambition and vanity than by patriotism.

Philosophy is the only excuse God has for his cruelty and vanity.

Just think! This whole world of ours is only a speck of mildew sprung up on a tiny planet, yet we think we can have something great - thoughts, , actions! They are all but grains of sand

Beauty has its own vices.

What the sense feels, what the spirit perceives, is never an end in itself. But sense and spirit would like to persuade you that they are the end of all things: they are as vain as that.

God would never make man in his image, because that would then make him as vain as what man is.

Often we are the prisoner of praise and appreciation.

People will laugh at anything, except their own moronic self.

One had a lovely face, And two or three had charm, But charm and face were in vain. Because the mountain grass Cannot keep the form Where the mountain hare has lain.

Poetry and consumption are the most flattering of diseases.

The attention was flattering. For the first five minutes. Now I know how poems feel.

My father said, Politics asks the question: Is it expedient? Vanity asks: Is it popular? But conscience asks: Is it right?

All politicians have vanity. Some wear it more gently than others.

It is always from the depths of its impotence that each power center draws its power, hence their extreme maliciousness, and vanity

True power and true politeness are above vanity.

I'll make a beautiful corpse.

Heroing is one of the shortest-lived professions there is.

Seneca writes, "Nature requires from us some sorrow, while more than this is the result of vanity. But never will I demand of you that you should not grieve at all."1

Sadece arac? olduklar? iyiliklerden ötürü erdemleriyle gurur duyan insanlar, kaçamayacaklar? saçmal?klar da yaparlar.

The pride of the peacock is the glory of God.

What made us dream that he could comb gray hair?

Come let us mock at the greatThat had such burdens on the mindAnd toiled so hard and lateTo leave some monument behind,Nor thought of the leveling wind.

May she be granted beauty and yet not Beauty to make a stranger's eye distraught, Or hers before a looking-glass, for such, Being made beautiful overmuch, Consider beauty a sufficient end, Lose natural kindness and maybe The heart-revealing intimacy That chooses right, and never find a friend....

If I make the lashes dark And the eyes more bright And the lips more scarlet, Or ask if all be right From mirror after mirror, No vanity's displayed: I'm looking for the face I had Before the world was made.