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Oh! Why should the spirit of mortal be proud?
Like a swift-fleeting meteor, a fast flying cloud,
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Oh! Why should the spirit of mortal be proud?
Like a swift-fleeting meteor, a fast flying cloud,
A flash of the lightning, a break of the wave,
Man passes from life to his rest in the grave.
A real friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out.
A real friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out.
The infinitely little have a pride infinitely great.
The infinitely little have a pride infinitely great.
The sin of pride may be a small or a great thing in someone's life, and hurt vanity a passing read more
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.
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.
Nothing has been purchased more dearly than the little bit of reason and sense of freedom which now constitutes our read more
Nothing has been purchased more dearly than the little bit of reason and sense of freedom which now constitutes our pride.
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.
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.
Pride is the mask of one's own faults.
Pride is the mask of one's own faults.