He that is proud eats up himself. Pride is his own glass, his
own trumpet, his own chronicle; and read more

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.

I have ventured,
Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders,
This many summers in a sea read more

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.

Once social change begins, it cannot be reversed. You cannot uneducate the person who has learned to read. You cannot read more

Once social change begins, it cannot be reversed. You cannot uneducate the person who has learned to read. You cannot humiliate the person who feels pride. You cannot oppress the people who are not afraid anymore. We have seen the future, and the future is ours.

Thus unlamented pass the proud away,
The gaze of fools and pageant of a day;
So perish read more

Thus unlamented pass the proud away,
The gaze of fools and pageant of a day;
So perish all, whose breast ne'er learn'd to glow
For others' good, or melt at others' woe.

She bears a duke's revenues on her back,
And in her heart she scorns our poverty.

She bears a duke's revenues on her back,
And in her heart she scorns our poverty.

Pride is an admission of weakness; it secretly fears all competition and dreads all rivals.

Pride is an admission of weakness; it secretly fears all competition and dreads all rivals.

They are proud in humility, proud in that they are not proud.

They are proud in humility, proud in that they are not proud.

In pride, in reas'ning pride, our error lies;
All quit their sphere and rush into the skies.
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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.

There is a paradox in pride: it makes some men ridiculous, but prevents others from becoming so.

There is a paradox in pride: it makes some men ridiculous, but prevents others from becoming so.