People exaggerate the value of things they haven't got: everybody worships truth and unselfishness because they have no experience with them.
In an archery contest, when the stakes are earthenware tiles a contestant shoots with skill. When the stakes are belt buckles he becomes hesitant, and if the stakes are pure gold he becomes nervous and confused. There is no difference as to his skil.
The least of things with a meaning is worth more in life than the greatest of things without it.
Sooth'd with the sound, the king grew vain: Fought all his battles o'er again; And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain.
Methinks I am a prophet new inspired And thus, expiring, do foretell of him: His rash fierce blaze of riot cannot last, For violent fires soon burn out themselves; Small show'rs last long, but sudden storms are short; He tires betimes that spurs too fast betimes; With eager feeding doth choke the feeder; Light vanity, insatiate cormorant, Consuming means, soon preys upon itself.
To act from pure benevolence is not possible for finite beings. Human benevolence is mingled with vanity, interest, or some other motive.
The common practice of keeping up appearances with society is a mere selfish struggle of the vain with the vain.
Know that it is good to work. Work with love, and think of liking it when you do it. It is easy and interesting. It is a privilege. There is nothing hard about it but your anxious vanity and fear of failure.
Cure yourself of the affliction of caring how you appear to others. Concern yourself only with how you appear before God, Concern yourself only with the idea that God may have of you.
Never "just run out for a few minutes" without looking your best. This is not vanityâit's self-liking. Your face is always on display.
I think I may boast myself to be, with all possible vanity, the most unlearned and uninformed female who ever dared to be an authoress.
To say that a man is vain means merely that he is pleased with the effect he produces on other people. A conceited man is satisfied with the effect he produces on himself.
If there is a single quality that is shared by all great men, it is vanity. But I mean by "vanity" only that they appreciate their own worth. Without this kind of vanity they would not be great. And with vanity alone, of course, a man is nothing.
Vanity plays lurid tricks with our memory.
Vanity as an impulse has without doubt been of far more benefit to civilization than modesty has ever been.
The earth was made so various, that the mind Of desultory man, studious of change And pleased with novelty, might be indulged.
The best way to keep good acts in memory is to refresh them with new.
The most delightful pleasures cloy without variety.
With me a change of trouble is as good as a vacation.
I have no doubt that it is a part of the destiny of the human race, in its gradual improvement, to leave off eating animals, as surely as the savage tribes have left off eating each other when they came in contact with the more civilized.
Just before consumers stop doing something, they do it with a vengeance.
Vice is a monster of so frightful mien, As to be hated need but to be seen; Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
Many without punishment, none without sin.
It is but a step from companionship to slavery when one associates with vice.
The vices we scoff at in others, laugh at us within ourselves.