A man's pride shall bring him low.

And the Devil did grin, for his darling sin is pride that apes humility.

He is so plaguy proud that the death-tokens of it Cry 'No recovery.'

He that is proud eats up himself. Pride is his own glass, his own trumpet, his own chronicle; and whatever praises itself but in the deed, devours the deed in the praise.

I do not hate a proud man, as I do hate the engendering of toads.

I have ventured, Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth. My high-blown pride At length broke under me, and n ...

In general, pride is at the bottom of all great mistakes.

In pride, in reas'ning pride, our error lies; All quit their sphere and rush into the skies. Pride still is aiming at the bless'd abodes, Men would be angels, angels would be gods.

It may do good; pride hath no other glass To show itself but pride, for supple knees Feed arrogance and are the proud man's fees.

Lord of human kind.