Francis Bacon Quotes

Conceit may puff a man up, but never prop him up.

A professional is one who believes he has invented breathing.

He was like a cock who thought the sun had risen to hear him crow.

The fly sat upon the axel-tree of the chariot-wheel and said, 'What a dust do I raise!'

A man given to pride is usually proud of the wrong thing.

Yes, vanity is a weakness indeed. But pride - where there is a real superiority of mind, pride will be always under good regulation.

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

The more people that praise you, the more there is danger to develop arrogance.

There are a lot of people very sure of themselves that need to be brought back down to Earth. As good as they think they are, they're really not.

You have seen in football that if you start to think you are the 'Special One,' or that you are better than the others, that is the moment when you will be beaten.

Conceit is a disease That the doctors got no cure They've done a lot of research on it But what it is, they're still not sure.

Yes, pride is a perpetual nagging temptation. Keep on knocking it on the head, but don't be too worried about it. As long as one knows one is proud, one is safe from the worst form of pride.

There is no limit to the vanity of this world. Each spoke in the wheel thinks the whole strength of the wheel depends upon it.

There is no folly of which a man who is not a fool cannot get rid except vanity; of this nothing cures a man except experience of its bad consequences, if indeed anything can cure it.

Pride is a fault that great men blush not to own: it is the ennobled offspring of self-love; though, it must be confessed, grave and pompous vanity, Iike a fat plebeian in a rove of office, does very often assume its name.

Is there any vanity greater than the vanity of those who believe themselves without it?

Vanity is a confounded donkey, very apt to put his head between his legs, and chuck us over; but pride is a fine horse, that will carry us over the ground, and enable us to distance our fellow-travelers.

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

Pride is seldom delicate; it will please itself with very mean advantages.

Pride comes before a fall - although in [Henry Kissinger's] case it's more conceit than pride.

Pride is like the beautiful acacia, that lifts its head proudly above its neighbor plants-forgetting that it too, like them, has its roots in the dirt.

Hubris means deadly pride. Thinking you can do things better than anyone else.

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.

How easy it is for men to be swollen with admiration of their own strength and glory, and to be lifted up so high as to lose sight both of the ground whence they rose, and the hand that advanced them.

O vanity! you are the lever by means of which Archimedes wished to lift the earth!