How sweet I roamed from field to field and tasted all the summer's pride.

Author: William Blake

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If a thing loves it is infinite.

No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings

Shame is pride's cloak.

The thankful receiver bears a plentiful harvest.

I could easily forgive his pride, if he had not mortified mine.

Close some doors today. Not because of pride, incapacity or arrogance, but simply because they lead you nowhere.

I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.