Quotes About Pride

Oh I love gadgets and I pride myself on keeping at the cutting edge of technology.

And joined in love together,The Thistle, Shamrock, Rose entwineThe Maple Leaf forever!

Who combats bravely is not therefore brave, He dreads a death-bed like the meanest slave: Who reasons wisely is not therefore wise, - His pride in reasoning, not in acting lies

At every trifle, scorn to take offence; that always shows great pride, or little sense

Who reasons wisely is not therefore wise; His pride in reasoning, not in acting, lies

Wit that can creep, and pride that licks the dust.

Awake, my St. John! leave all meaner thingsTo low ambition, and the pride of kings.Let us, since life can little more supplyThan just to look about us, and to die,Expatiate free o'er all this scene of man;A mighty maze! but not without a plan.

Pride is still aiming at the best houses: Men would be angels, angels would be gods. Aspiring to be gods, if angels fell aspiring to be angels men rebel.

And proud his mistress' orders to perform,Rides in the whirlwind and directs the storm.

Vain was the chief's, the sage's pride!They had no poet, and they died.

All nature is but art, unknown to thee;All chance, direction which thou canst not see;All discord, harmony not understood;All partial evil, universal good;And, spite of pride, in erring reason's spite,One truth is clear, Whatever is, is right.

At every trifle take offense, that always shows great pride or little sense.

Of all the causes which conspire to blind Man's erring judgement, and misguide the mind, What the weak head with strongest bias rules, Is PRIDE, the never-failing vice of fools.

Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride, Might hide her faults, if belles had faults to hide: If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget 'em all.

Yes, I am proud; I must be proud to see Men not afraid of God afraid of me.

In pride, in reasoning pride, our error lies; All quit their sphere and rush into the skies. Pride still is aiming at the blest abodes, Men would be angels, angels would be gods. Aspiring to be gods, if angels fell, Aspiring to be angels, men rebel.

Some valuing those of their own side or mind, Still make themselves the measure of mankind; Fondly we think we honour merit then, When we but praise ourselves in other men.

All this dread order break- for whom? for thee? Vile worm!- oh madness! pride! impiety!

The pride of aiming at more knowledge, and pretending to more perfection, is the cause of Man's error and misery.

Pride, where wit fails, steps in to our defence, And fills up all the mighty void of sense! If once right reason drives that cloud away, Truth breaks upon us with resistless day; Trust not yourself; but your defects to know, Make use of ev'ry friend—and ev'ry foe.

Some valuing those of their own side or mind, Still make themselves the measure of mankind: Fondly we think we honor merit then, When we but praise ourselves in other men.

All nature is but art unknown to thee; All chance direction, which thou canst not see; All discord harmony not understood; All partial evil universal good; And, spite of pride, in erring reason's spite, One truth is clear, 'Whatever is, is right.

Pride where wit fails steps in to our defense, And fills up all the mighty void of sense. If once right reason drives that cloud away, Truth breaks upon us with resistless day Trust not yourself, but your defects to know, Make use of every friend—and every foe.

All nature is but art, unknown to thee; All chance, direction, which thou canst not see; All discord, harmony not understood; All partial evil, universal good: And, spite of pride in erring reason's spite, One truth is clear, whatever is, is right. ARGUMENT