Margaret Oliphant Quotes

Vanity, indeed, is the very antidote to conceit; for while the former makes us all nerve to the opinion of others, the latter is perfectly satisfied with its opinion of itself.

I think a lot of Bernstein - but not as much as he does.

Whenever nature leaves a hole in a person's mind, she generally plasters it over with a thick coat of self-conceit.

We can bear to be deprived of everything but our self-conceit.

Nothing so soothes our vanity as a display of greater vanity in others; it make us vain, in fact, of our modesty.

The people I respect the least are the ones that take themselves way too seriously.

Self-conceit may lead to self destruction.

Some say I'm arrogant, some say I'm deluded.

Pride destroys all symmetry and grace, and affectation is a more terrible enemy to fine faces than the small-pox.

What mortal is there of us, who would find his satisfaction enhanced by an opportunity of comparing the picture he presents to himself of his doings, with the picture they make on the mental retina of his neighbours? We are poor plants buoyed up by the air-vessels of our own conceit.

Conceit spoils the finest genius.

Often the contempt of vainglory becomes a source of even more vainglory, for it is not being scorned when the contempt is something one is proud of.

conceit is the devil's horse, and reformers generally ride it when they are in a hurry.

It would be a colorless world if each individual did not secretly believe himself superior to almost everyone else.

Pride is over-estimation of oneself by reason of self-love.

Conceit is thinking you're great; egotism is knowing it.

men are so conceited they’ll believe anything that flatters them

Self-conceit is a weighty quality, and will sometimes bring down the scale when there is nothing else in it. It magnifies a fault beyond proportion, and swells every omission into an outrage.

Where there is emulation, there will be vanity; where there is vanity, there will be folly.

Is it arrogance if one is truly superior?

Pride, that invisible bone that keeps the neck stiff.

There's a whole lot of people in trouble tonight From the disease of conceit Whole lot of people seeing double tonight From the disease of conceit Give ya delusions of grandeur And a evil eye Give you the idea that You're too good to die Then they bury you from your head to your feet From the disease of conceit

Self-contemplation is apt to end in self-conceit.

Any pride or haughtiness, is displeasing to us, merely because it shocks our own pride, and leads us by sympathy into comparison, which causes the disagreeable passion of humility.

Ain't nothing too discreet about the disease of conceit.