vanity

The wicked are wicked, no doubt, and they go astray and they fall, and they come by their deserts; but who can tell the mischief which the very virtuous do?

It was in the reign of George II. that the above-named personages lived and quarrelled ; good or bad, handsome or ugly, rich or poor, they are all equal now

I am less to you than your ivory Hermes or your silver Faun. You will like them always. How long will you like me? Till I have my first wrinkle, I suppose. I know, now, that when one loses one's good looks, whatever they may be, one loses everything. Your picture has taught me that. Lord Henry Wotton is perfectly right. Youth is the only thing worth having. When I find that I am growing old, I shall kill myself.

Amongst democratic nations men easily attain a certain equality of conditions: they can never attain the equality they desire. It perpetually retires from before them, yet without hiding itself from their sight, and in retiring draws them on. At every moment they think they are about to grasp it; it escapes at every moment from their hold. They are near enough to see its charms, but too far off to enjoy them; and before they have fully tasted its delights they die.

Vanity dies hard, in some obstinate cases it outlives the man.

That mortal man who hath more of joy than sorrow in him, that mortal man cannot be true _ not true, or undeveloped. With books the same. The truest of all men was the Man of Sorrows, and the truest of all books is Solomon__, and Ecclesiastes is the fine hammered steel of woe. __ll is vanity._ ALL. This wilful world hath not got hold of unchristian Solomon__ wisdom yet.

This world is all vanity. It is a tempest hurling us from one sorrow to another.

SONG OF DAWNI saw the sun rise by accident.It was a horrible sight.Annoyed by its splendor, I sought refugein a moist pillow, and lay there, alone,at the dawn of another day,that brought me closer to another death,pondering the vanity of my solitude,the vanity of procrastination,and the tiresome inevitability of waking upagain the same person.It might still be possible to change,but obstinately I remain the same,hoping that others might take solacein my consistency.But perhaps they take no solace in it,perhaps they too find it tedious.

To avoid a comparative poverty, which her affection and her society would have deprived of all its horrors, I have, by raising myself to affluence, lost everything that could make it a blessing.

No-one loves another More than he loves whatever another within may haveThat is part of one's self

Gracious Providence, to whom I owe all my powers, why didst thou not withhold some of those blessings I possess, and substitute in their place a feeling of self-confidence and contentment?

Not very tall, not very dark but very...very handsome,_ was his way of describing himself.

Besides, nothing makes one so vain as being told that one is a sinner. Conscience makes egotists of us all.

Don't try to create the world in your image-that was God's mistake.

By aggrandizing one's own abilities and achievements, the grandiose person remains out of touch with who they truly are and as such, remains prone to crossing the boundaries of others.

Self-consciousness of the manner is the expensive substitute for simplicity.

We think we are being interesting to others when we are being interesting to ourselves.

I'm pretty much a goddess around here.