One of the best temporary cures for pride and affectation is seasickness a man who wants to vomit never puts on airs.

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.

The very women who object to the morals of a notoriously beautiful actress grow big with pride when an admirer suggests their marked resemblance to this stage beauty in physique.

Throughout the centuries man has considered himself beautiful. I rather suppose that man only believes in his own beauty out of pride that he is not really beautiful and he suspects this himself for why does he look on the face of his fellow-man with such scorn?

The cult of art gives pride one never has too much of it.

Everyone goes to the same exhibitions and the same parties stays in the same handful of hotels eats at the same no-star restaurants and has almost the same opinions. I adore the art world but this is copycat behavior in a sphere that prides itself on independent thinking.

Five enemies of peace inhabit with us - avarice ambition envy anger and pride if these were to be banished we should infallibly enjoy perpetual peace.

Anger is the enemy of non-violence and pride is a monster that swallows it up.

The passions grafted on wounded pride are the most inveterate they are green and vigorous in old age.