The pretender sees no one but himself, Because he has the veil of conceit in front; If he were endowed with a God discerning eye, He would see that no one is weaker than himself.

Those who boast are seldom the great.

Had but my deeds been like my words, ah, then I had been numbered too with holy men.

You must stir it and stump it, And blow your own trumpet, Or trust me, you haven't a chance.

Nothing ought more to humiliate men who have merited great praise than the care they still take to boast of little things.

Boasting is only a masked shame; it does not truly believe in itself.