In pride, in reas'ning pride, our error lies; All quit their sphere and rush into the skies. Pride still is aiming at the bless'd abodes, Men would be angels, angels would be gods.
In general, pride is at the bottom of all great mistakes. - John Ruskin,
Why, who cries out on pride That can therein tax any private party? Doth it not flow as hugely as the sea Till that the weary very means do ebb?
He that is proud eats up himself. Pride is his own glass, his own trumpet, his own chronicle; and whatever praises itself but in the deed, devours the deed in the praise.
It may do good; pride hath no other glass To show itself but pride, for supple knees Feed arrogance and are the proud man's fees.
I have ventured, Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth. My high-blown pride At length broke under me, and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream that must for ever hide me.
Pride goes before destruction and a haughty spirit before a fall.
Pride is an admission of weakness; it secretly fears all competition and dreads all rivals.
There is a paradox in pride: it makes some men ridiculous, but prevents others from becoming so.
The sin of pride may be a small or a great thing in someone's life, and hurt vanity a passing pinprick, or a self-destroying or ever murderous obsession.
And the Devil did grin, for his darling sin is pride that apes humility.
What is pride? A whizzing rocket that would emulate a star.
Pride is seldom delicate; it will please itself with very mean advantages.
Pride gets no pleasure out of having something, only out of having more of it than the next man.
Pride does not wish to owe and vanity does not wish to pay.
Nothing has been purchased more dearly than the little bit of reason and sense of freedom which now constitutes our pride.
Pride is the mask of one's own faults.
Pride is an admission of weakness; it secretly fears all competition and dreads all rivals.
One of the best temporary cures for pride and affection is seasickness; a man who wants to vomit never puts on airs.
The infinitely little have a pride infinitely great.
Pride is seldom delicate; it will please itself with very mean advantages.
There is this paradox in pride--it makes some men ridiculous, but prevents others from becoming so.
The passions grafted on wounded pride are the most inveterate; they are green and vigorous in old age.
Pride breakfasted with Plenty, dined with Poverty, supped with Infamy.
In prosperity let us most carefully avoid pride, disdain, and arrogance. [Lat., In rebus prosperis, superbiam, fastidium arrogantiamque magno opere fugiamus.]