What renders other people's vanity insufferable is that it wounds our own.
Nothing so soothes our vanity as a display of greater vanity in others; it makes us vain, in fact, of our modesty.
That which makes the vanity of others unbearable to us is that which wounds our own.
False news hurts everyone. It hurts our community; it hurts us as individuals.
It's not what people do to us that hurts us. In the most fundamental sense, it is our chosen response to what they do to us that hurts us.
Revenge, that thirsty dropsy of our souls, makes us covet that which hurts us most.
Pride only helps us to be generous; it never makes us so, any more than vanity makes us witty.
It's our vanity that makes us think that what forms part of our world today must be stable and secure.
Nothing so soothes our vanity as a display of greater vanity in others; it make us vain, in fact, of our modesty.
We all of us must come to terms with what and who we are, and recognize that this wisdom is not going to earn us any praise, that life is not going to pin a medal on us for recognizing and enduring our own vanity or egoism or baldness or our potbelly.
The false notion of miracles comes of our vanity, which makes us believe we are important enough for the Supreme Being to upset nature on our behalf.
If there is a single quality that is shared by all great men, it is vanity. But I mean by vanity only that they appreciate their own worth. Without this kind of vanity they would not be great. And with vanity alone, of course, a man is nothing.
It is very often nothing but our own vanity that deceives us.
Vanity is easily forgiven, for we are all vain, and even as we laugh at the weakness of others we feel that their vanity has touched the responding chord of our own.
Vanity calculates but poorly on the vanity of others; what a virtue we should distil from frailty, what a world of pain we should save our brethren, if we would suffer our own weakness to be the measure of theirs.
Our vanity makes us exaggerate the importance of human life; the individual is nothing; Nature cares only for the species.