Pampered vanity is a better thing perhaps than starved pride.

Our vanity is most difficult to wound just when our pride has been wounded.

The English are predisposed to pride, the French to vanity.

Vanity is the polite mask of pride.

Sweet sleep be with us, one and all! And if upon its stillness fall The visions of a busy brain, We'll have our pleasure o'er again, To warm the heart, to charm the sight, Gay dreams to all! good night, good night.

The fears of one class of men are not the measure of the rights of another.