There is a diabolical trio existing in the natural man, implacable, inextinguishable, co-operative and consentaneous, pride, envy, and hate; pride that makes us fancy we deserve all the goods that others possess; envy that some should be admired while we are overlooked; and hate, because all that is bestowed on others, diminishes the sum we think due to ourselves.
There is this paradox in pride - it makes some men ridiculous, but prevents others from becoming so.
To know a man, observe how he wins his object, rather than how he loses it; for when we fail, our pride supports; when we succeed, it betrays us.
When dealing with people remember you are not dealing with creatures of logic, but with creatures of emotion, creatures bristling with prejudice, and motivated by pride and vanity.
There are different kinds of curiosity - one of interest, which causes us to learn that which would be useful to us, and the other of pride which springs from desire to know that of which others are ignorant.
There are two kinds of faithfulness in love; one is based on forever finding new things to love in the loved one; the other is based on our pride in being faithful.
Most of the crimes which disturb the internal peace of society are produced by the restraints which the necessary, but unequal, laws of property have imposed on the appetites of mankind, by confining to a few the possession of those objects that are coveted by many. Of all our passions and appetites, the love of power is of the most imperious and unsociable nature, since the pride of one man requires the submission of the multitude. In the tumult of civil discord, the laws of society lose their force, and their place is seldom supplied by those of humanity. The ardor of contention, the pride of victory, the despair of success, the memory of past injuries, and the fear of future dangers, all contribute to inflame the mind, and to silence the voice of pity. From such motives almost every page of history has been stained with civil blood.
It's a fine thing to rise above pride, but you must have pride in order to do so.
Generosity during life is a very different thing from generosity in the hour of death; one proceeds from genuine liberality and benevolence, the other from pride or fear.
How can there be pride in a contrite heart? Humility is the earliest fruit of religion.
Love the pride of God beyond all things, and the pride of your neighbor as your own.
There is a paradox in pride - it makes some men ridiculous, but prevents others from being so.
The whole family of pride and ignorance are incestuous and mutually beget each other.
The pride of dying rich raises the loudest laugh in hell.
By ignorance is pride increased; those most assume who know the least.
In general, pride is at the bottom of all great mistakes.
All other passions do occasional good; but when pride puts in its word everything goes wrong.
Riches expose a man to pride and luxury, and a foolish elation of heart.
Generosity is giving more than you can; pride is taking less than you need.
Nothing about his life is more strange to [man] or more unaccountable in purely mundane terms than the stirrings he finds in himself, usually fitful but sometimes overwhelming, to look beyond his animal existence and not be fully satisfied with its immediate substance. He lacks the complacency of the other animals: he is obsessed by pride and guilt, pride at being something more than a mere animal, built at falling short of the high aims he sets for himself.