conceit

Yesterday I was clever, so I took the glory for me. Today He makes me wise, so I give the glory to Thee

Whatever we have in the glory of man is "away". Those are just not enough before we go "home" to the glory of God.

Big things in the glory of the world mean nothing. Small things in glory of God mean everything. Truly..., size doesn't matter in this world or in the world to come.

Yesterday i was clever so i took the glory for me. Today HE makes me wise so i give the glory to HIM.

Sweet wine makes drunk, sour wine (insult) is "tetelestai". Life is not about what we have done and become, but how God to be fully glorified.

Having a purpose is the little secret of the nonpretties. Something to do always beats something to look at.

Being bigheaded can be as irritating and as dangerous as being small-minded.

Vanity does not pay the bills.

National boundaries are not evident when we view the Earth from space. Fanatical ethnic or religious or national chauvinisms are a little difficult to maintain when we see our planet as a fragile blue crescent fading to become an inconspicuous point of light against the bastion and citadel of the stars.

Oh, I'm good. Seriously, after all these years, you'd think I would stop amazing myself. But here I am, still doing it.

It is not reputation, fame, success or religiosity that glorifies God, it's slavery.

Kingdom of God will surely come upon someone if glory of man leaves him

Beware ! Discipline goes to two different directions : success and self glory. Self glory is the biggest failure of life.

He who thinks he knows it all knows very little." ~ Dr. MaryAnn Diorio

The more a man knows, the more willing he is to learn. The less a man knows, the more positive he is that he knows everything...

The prince's official job description as king will be 'defender of the faith,' which currently means the state-financed absurdity of the Anglican Church, but he has more than once said publicly that he wants to be anointed as defender of all faiths__nother indication of the amazing conceit he has developed in six decades of performing the only job allowed him by the hereditary principle: that of waiting for his mother to expire.

Actually, writers have no business writing about their own works. They either wax conceited, saying things like: 'My brilliance is possibly most apparent in my dazzling short story, "The Cookiepants Hypotenuse."' Or else they get unbearably cutesy: 'My cat Ootsywootums has given me all my best ideas, hasn't oo, squeezums?

There's something ugly about a pretty boy who knows he's pretty and assumes everyone else know it too.