Our Pride maketh us over-value our Stock of Thought, so as to trade much beyond what it is able to make good.
Many aspire to learn what they can never comprehend, as others pretend to teach what they themselves do not know.
The Vanity of teaching often tempteth a Man to forget he is a Blockhead.
Self-conceit driveth away the suspecting how scurvily others think of us.
Vanity cannot be a Friend to Truth, because it is restrained by it; and Vanity is so impatiently desirous of shewing itself, that it cannot bear the being crossed.
There is a Degree of Vanity that recommendeth; if it goeth further, it exposeth.
So much as to stir the Blood to do commendable Things, but not so much as to possess the Brain, and turn it round.
There are as many that are blown up by the Wind of Vanity, as are carried away by the Stream of Interest.
Every body hath not Wit enough to Act out of Interest, but every body hath little enough to do it out of Vanity.
Some Mens Heads are as easily blown away as their Hats.