Pride, that invisible bone that keeps the neck stiff.
If pride is a sin ... moral pride is the greatest sin.
The Christians are right: it is Pride which has been the chief cause of misery in every nation and every family since the world began.
Pride is the ground in which all the other sins grow, and the parent from which all the other sins come.
Pride is a vice, which pride itself inclines every man to find in others, and to overlook in himself
Pride is the king of vices...it is the first of the pallbearers of the soul...other vices destroy only their opposite virtues, as wantonness destroys chastity; greed destroys temperance; anger destroys gentleness; but pride destroys all virtues.
Pride, like humility, is destroyed by one's insistence that he possesses it.
Pride erects a little kingdom of its own, and acts as sovereign in it.
Thy pride is but the prologue of thy shame; where vain-glory commands, there folly counsels; where pride rides, there shame lackeys.
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.
Pride is both a virtue and a vice.
Pride is the great stumbling block of Zion...Pride is ugly; it says if you succeed I am a failure...Pride is basically competitive in nature. When competition ends, pride ends.
No cause more frequently produces bashfulness than too high an opinion of our own importance. He that imagines an assembly filled with his merit, panting with expectation, and hushed with attention, easily terrifies himself with the dread of disappointing them, and strains his imagination in pursuit of something that may vindicate the veracity of fame, and show that his reputation was not gained by chance.
Egotism, pride, etc. must be given up.
The demon of pride was born with us; and it will not die one hour before us.
Till swollen with cunning, of a self-conceit, His waxen wings did mount above his reach, And, melting, Heavens conspir'd his overthrow.
Of all the causes which conspire to blind Man's erring judgement, and misguide the mind, What the weak head with strongest bias rules, Is PRIDE, the never-failing vice of fools.
Pride is a fool's fortress
Where pride begins, love ceases.
Let us watch against PRIDE in every shapepride of intellect, pride of wealth, pride in our own goodness.
I have an ego the size of a small planet.
All the other passions do occasional good, but whenever pride puts in its word, everything goes wrong, and what it might really be desirable to do, quietly and innocently, it is mortally dangerous to do, proudly.
Pride leaves no room for grace.
Pride is the deadliest of sins, but I was bursting with pride.
It is singular how impatient men are with overpraise of others, how patient of overpraise of themselves; and yet the one does them no injury, while the other may be their ruin.
