There is but a step between a proud man's glory and his disgrace.

I do not believe that any peacock envies another peacock his tail, because every peacock is persuaded that his own tail is the finest in the world. The consequence of this is that peacocks are peaceable birds.

He that is proud eats up himself. Pride is his own glass, his own trumpet, his own chronicle; and whatever praises itself but in the deed, devours the deed in the praise.

None are more taken in by flattery than the proud, who wish to be the first and are not.

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

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

Dust are our frames; and, gilded dust, our pride Looks only for a moment whole and sound.

Swallow your pride occasionally. It's not fattening.

Pride - that's a luxury a woman in love can't afford.

The little stations are very proud because the expresses have to pass them by.