C. S. Lewis Quotes

If I was sharp in every area, I might be too big-headed or something.

There's a deceptive sin that can keep us from walking in love: pride. It's deceptive because when you have pride, you're usually too proud to admit it. I know this because I used to have teachings on pride and they didn't sell well.

In reality, there is, perhaps, no one of our natural passions so hard to subdue as pride.

Frankly, my head can never be bloated.

Pride never sleeps. The principle at least is always awake. An intemperate man is sometimes sober, but a proud man is never humble.

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

Pride leaves no room for grace.

Pride is a sweetmeat, to be savoured in small pieces; it makes for a poor feast.

Vanity can create a very cruel space for you if you don't know how to manage it.

Pride is about the ugliest trait somebody can have.

I'm not conceited. Conceit is a fault and I have no faults.

If you take a loud pride in anything, people will rightly shoot you down.

Pride and conceit were the original sins of man.

We are shallow because we are 'mayabang,' ego driven, and do not have the humility to understand that we are only human, much too human to mistake knowledge for wisdom.

I never knew a more presumptuous person than myself. The fact that I say that shows that what I say is true.

On occasions I have been big-headed. I think most people are when they get in the limelight. I call myself Big Head just to remind myself not to be.

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

I have no business carrying myself like some diva.

I am not the humblest person in the world. I admit that.

We say little, when vanity does not make us speak.

I don't choose to be humble.

I'm trying not to get too big-headed.

You can sometimes get the big head and overlook things.

Pride is at the bottom of a great many errors and corruptions, and even of many evil practices, which have a great show and appearance of humility.

Pride, if not the origin, is the medium of all wickedness-the atmosphere without which it would instantly die away.