Vanity is the polite mask of pride.

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

Nothing has been purchased more dearly than the little bit of reason and sense of freedom which now constitutes our pride.

One will rarely err if extreme actions be ascribed to vanity, ordinary actions to habit, and mean actions to fear.

How poor the human mind would be without vanity! It resembles a well stocked and ever renewed ware-emporium that attracts buyers of every class: they can find almost everything, have almost everything, provided they bring with them the right kind of money -- admiration.

Pity is the most agreeable feeling among those who have little pride and no prospects of great conquests.