A Quote by Cary Grant

Ah, beware of snobbery; it is the unwelcome recognition of one's own past failings. — © Cary Grant
Ah, beware of snobbery; it is the unwelcome recognition of one's own past failings.
The four cautions: Beware a woman in front of you, beware a horse behind of you, beware a cart beside of you, and beware a priest every which way.
In the field of snobbery, Australia is an underdeveloped country; even a few British ex-colonies, regarded as under developed in all other respects, could export a great deal of snobbery to Australia and still have enough to spare for their own, internal needs.
All political thinking for years past has been vitiated in the same way. People can foresee the future only when it coincides with their own wishes, and the most grossly obvious facts can be ignored when they are unwelcome.
I'm much more interested in looking at our own failings than going to some faraway place and looking at their failings, thus making us feel good about ourselves.
We must beware of the Past, mustn't we? I mean that any fixing of the mind on old evils beyond what is absolutely necessary for repenting our own sins and forgiving those of others is certainly useless and usually bad for us. Notice in Dante that the lost souls are entirely concerned with their past! Not so the saved.
Inverted snobbery is just as dangerous as snobbery itself, you know - that pride in having nothing.
Hypocrisy is the essence of snobbery, but all snobbery is about the problem of belonging.
Beware Okonkwo!" she warned. "Beware of exchanging words with Agbala. Does a man speak when a god speaks? Beware!
When young, beware of fighting; when strong, beware of sex; and when old, beware of possession.
Beware of the dogs, beware of the evil workers, beware of those who mutilate the flesh!
Increasingly, to dismiss any popular artistic style is seen as the worst kind of snobbery. And snobbery, it goes without saying, is unacceptable in a diverse and democratic world.
Walls have ears. Doors have eyes. Trees have voices. Beasts tell lies. Beware the rain. Beware the snow. Beware the man You think you know. -Songs of Sapphique
But how many moments are already past! Ah! who thinks of those that are past?
I believe God himself will someday debate with and answer every objection arrogant men can come up with against him; I believe he will humble us and humor himself. Know-it-alls, pseudo-intellectuals, militant anti-theists, for Christ's sake, or rather their own sake, best beware of getting roasted by their own medicine. Ah! Our delusions of trying to argue against an omniscient Creator.
I don't consider devotion to the past a form of snobbery. Just one of the more disastrous forms of unrequited love.
beware those quick to praise for they need praise in return beware those who are quick to censor they are afraid of what they do not know beware those who seek constant crowds for they are nothing alone beware the average man the average woman beware their love, their love is average seeks average
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