Though pride is not a virtue, it is the parent of many virtues.

Though pride is not a virtue, it is the parent of many virtues.

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.

One of the best temporary cures for pride and affection is seasickness; a man who wants to vomit never puts read more

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

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.

A proud man is always looking down on things and people; and, of course, as long as you're looking down, read more

A proud man is always looking down on things and people; and, of course, as long as you're looking down, you can't see something that's above you.

One of the best temporary cures for pride and affectation is seasickness; a man who wants to vomit never puts read more

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

Be yourself, don't take anyone's shit, and never let them take you alive.

Be yourself, don't take anyone's shit, and never let them take you alive.

In general, pride is at the bottom of all great mistakes.
- John Ruskin,

In general, pride is at the bottom of all great mistakes.
- John Ruskin,

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.