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How many saucy airs we meet,
From Temple Bar to Aldgate street!
How many saucy airs we meet,
From Temple Bar to Aldgate street!
Never "just run out for a few minutes" without looking your best. This is not vanity -- it's self-liking. Your read more
Never "just run out for a few minutes" without looking your best. This is not vanity -- it's self-liking. Your face is always on display.
Where doth the world thrust forth a vanity
(So it be new, there's no respect how vile)
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Where doth the world thrust forth a vanity
(So it be new, there's no respect how vile)
That is not quickly buzzed into his ears?
To say that a man is vain means merely that he is pleased with the effect he produces on other read more
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.
My father said, "Politics asks the question: Is it expedient? Vanity asks: Is it popular? But conscience asks: Is it read more
My father said, "Politics asks the question: Is it expedient? Vanity asks: Is it popular? But conscience asks: Is it right?"
That which makes the vanity of others unbearable to us is that
which wounds our own.
[Fr., Ce read more
That which makes the vanity of others unbearable to us is that
which wounds our own.
[Fr., Ce qui nous rend la vanite des autres insupportable, c'est
qu'elle blesse la notre.]
A man who is not a fool can rid himself of every folly except vanity.
A man who is not a fool can rid himself of every folly except vanity.
Maud Muller looked and sighed: :Ah me!
That I the Judge's bride might be!
He would dress read more
Maud Muller looked and sighed: :Ah me!
That I the Judge's bride might be!
He would dress me up in silks so fine,
And praise and toast me at his wine."
Methinks I am a prophet new inspired
And thus, expiring, do foretell of him:
His rash fierce read more
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.