Only for God are we irreplaceable.
The modern mentality is the child of human pride puffed up by commercial advertising.
Each one of man’s new conquests is the new plague that punishes his pride.
Each gesture of pride stops up a spring.
Every cry of human pride ends as a cry of anguish.
The only evil which we can hate without fear of harming some good is that which is rooted in pride.
Whoever takes pride in “having lived through a lot” should keep quiet so as not to prove to us that he has understood nothing.
The scent of the sin of pride attracts man like blood attracts a wild beast.
I have only one theme: pride.
Every stain is a vestige of it.
Until man rouses himself from his current orgy of pride, it is not
worth the trouble attempting anything.
Only looks not thrown out of focus by pride attain that lucid vision of
the world which confirms what we preach.
Just as much as by the fact which humbles our pride, I am delighted by the noble gesture which dispels the fear of our radical baseness.
Pride’s shadow smothers the sprouting of a thousand infamies.
To satisfy man’s pride is perhaps easier than our pride imagines.
Sexual promiscuity is the tip society pays in order to appease its slaves.
Sex does not solve even sexual problems.