Consider an achievement accidental if it is not coupled with modesty. Because if the achiever had endeavoured for it, it would certainly have killed their pride.
God might awaken that heart, supine and stupefied with self-indulgence, and remove the film of sensual darkness from his eyes, but I could not.
A session of boasting won’t attract any real friends. It will set you up on a pedestal, however, making you a clearer target.
In contrast to your usual minions, I imagine, I’m a bit more awed by your conceit and arrogance than I am by your supposed magnificence.
It hurt to think that a boy would not have him at his value of himself.
I overreacted to praise, signing an autograph. I’d write a check to buy it back.
False humility is quite like the worst of both worlds: both that of Meekness and that of Conceit.
Premature independence is the daughter of conceit.
If pride really went before a fall, then, Lucifer is the inventor of pride.
Still I promise myself, “Next time I will do better” in the all-too-human conceit that I will always be offered a “next time.