Quotes About Pride

Idleness and pride tax with a heavier hand than kings and parliaments

Idleness and pride tax with a heavier hand than kings and parliaments. If we can get rid of the former, we may easily bear the latter.

Friends and neighbors complain that taxes are indeed very heavy, and if those laid on by the government were the only ones we had to pay, we might the more easily discharge them; but we have many others, and much more grievous to some of us. We are taxed twice as much by our idleness, three times as much by our pride, and four times as much by our folly.

To be proud of virtue, is to poison yourself with the Antidote.

There is perhaps no one of our natural passions so hard to subdue as pride. Beat it down, stifle it, mortify it as much as one pleases, it is still alive. Even if I could conceive that I had completely overcome it, I should probably be proud of my humility.

In reality there is perhaps no one of our natural Passions so hard to subdue as Pride. Disguise it, struggle with it, beat it down, stifle it, mortify it as much as one pleases, it is still alive, and will now and then peek out and show itself.

In reality there is perhaps no one of our natural Passions so hard to subdue as Pride. Disguise it, struggle with it, beat it down, stifle it, mortify it as much as one pleases, it is still alive, and will every now and then peep out and show itself. You see it perhaps often in this History. For even if I could conceive that I had completely overcome it, I should probably be proud of my Humility.

In reality, there is, perhaps, no one of our natural passions so hard to subdue as pride. Disguise it, struggle with it, beat it down, stifle it, mortify it as much as one pleases, it is still alive, and will every now and then peep out and show itself;

Indeed, I scarce ever heard or saw the introductory words, "Without vanity I may say," &c., but some vain thing immediately followed.

To be proud of Knowledge, is to be blind with Light.

En realidad, tal vez ninguna de nuestras pasiones es tan difícil de dominar como el orgullo. Disfrázalo, lucha contra él, golpéalo, ahógalo, mortifícalo tanto como quieras y seguirá vivo, y una y otra vez levantará la cabeza para exhibirse. Puedes verlo con frecuencia en este libro porque, incluso cuando considero haberlo vencido ya, también es factible que exista orgullo en mi humildad

Vanity backbites more than Malice.

In reality, there is, perhaps, no one of our natural passions so hard to subdue as pride. Disguise it, struggle with it, beat it down, stifle it, mortify it as much as one pleases, it is still alive, and will every now and then peep out and show itself; you will see it, perhaps, often in this history; for, even if I could conceive that I had compleatly overcome it, I should probably be proud of my humility. [Thus far written at Passy, 1784.]

In reality there is perhaps no one of our natural Passions so hard to subdue as Pride. Disguise it, struggle with it, beat it down, stifle it, mortify it as much as one pleases, it is still alive, and will every now and then peep out and show itself. You will see it perhaps often in this History. For even if I could conceive that I had compleatly overcome it, I should probably be proud of my Humility.

Pride breakfasted with Plenty Dined with poverty Supped with Infamy.

As pride increases, fortune declines

for, even if I could conceive that I had compleatly overcome it, I should probably be proud of my humility.

But Providence will bring about its own ends by its own means; and if it intends the downfall of a nation, that nation will be so blinded by its pride and other passions as not to see its danger, or how its fall may be prevented.

The proud hate pride – in others.

To be proud of virtue is to poison oneself with the antidote.

None are so empty as those who are full of themselves.

They promis'd this, and they stored their promise, because they might get no liquor, and the treaty become performed very orderly, and concluded to mutual pride.

The foundation of England's greatness is that Englishmen hate to look fools.

We have learned by now that our beauty does not count as a possession. The only thing we truly own is our legend.