Quotes About Vanity

Wearing spectacles makes men conceited, because spectacles raise them to a degree of sensual perfection which is far above the power of their own nature.

Power, like vanity, is insatiable. Nothing short of omnipotence could satisfy it completely.

A proud bigot, who is vain enough to think that he can deceive even God by affected zeal, and throwing the veil of holiness over vices, damns all mankind by the word of his power.

Now, that the sovereign power and deity, whatsoever it is, should have regard of mankind, is a toy and vanity worthy to be laughed at.

The vanity of Eve, that desire to exercise power, to seduce, to drag down!

Beauty was empty as a gourd, vain as a parakeet. But it had power. It smelled of musk and oranges and made you close your eyes in a prayer.

It is much easier for me to imagine a praying murderer, a praying prostitute, than a vain person praying. Nothing is so at odds with prayer as vanity.

Avoid popularity it has many snares and no real benefit.

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

Vanity keeps persons in favor with themselves who are out of favor with all others.

A gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear himself talk, and will speak more in a minute than he will stand to in a month.

He was indeed the glassWherein the noble youth did dress themselves.

But when I tell him he hates flatterers,He says he does, being then most flattered.

Lay not that flattering unction to your soul.

That reverend vice, that gray iniquity, that father ruffian, that vanity in years.

We go to gain a little patch of groundThat hath in it no profit but the name.

Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing, more than any man in all Venice. His reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff: you shall seek all day ere you find them, and, when you have them, they are not worth the search.

A very riband in the cap of youth.

There was never yet fair woman but she made mouths in a glass.

What is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust?And, live we how we can, yet die we must.

There's no time for a man to recover his hair that grows bald by nature.

Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying Nothing.

You speak an infinite deal of nothing.

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.