Truth was never meant to make you comfortable, unless you stand in the middle of it with acceptance.
If we do not know ourselves to be full of pride, ambition, lust, weakness, misery, and injustice, we are indeed blind. And if, knowing this, we do not desire deliverance, what can we say of a man…?
Sometimes I do face failures, but I don’t like failures.
We must not allow our pride to be the motivation behind our apologetics; rather, philoverity, the love of truth must be the full and complete motivation. For pride corrupts truth.
Confession is not all about telling your bad deeds to the public, but being proud of the bad things you have done so far.
This was going to be difficult, because he enjoyed women, but all the ones he has known seemed to be sent as secret assassins on a mission to destroy his pride and ability.
… A man is not usually called upon to have an opinion of his own talents at all, since he can very well go on improving them to the best of his ability without deciding on his own precise niche in the temple of Fame… [Man] did not create themselves… their talents were given them, and they might as well be proud of the colour of their hair.
The pride which is proud of want of pride is the most intolerable of all.
Sometimes I almost pity them. I think I have a freedom they cannot understand. No insult, no blame can touch me. Because I have set myself beyond the pale. I am nothing, I am hardly human any more. I am the French Lieutenant’s Whore.
Never mistake arrogance for intellect.