Show FOLLY OF PRIDE take some quiet sober moment of life and add together the two ideas of pride and man behold him creature of a span stalking through infinite space in all the grandeur of littleness perched on a speck of the universe every wind of heaven strikes into his blood the coldness of death his bis soul floats from his body like melody from the string day and night as dust on the wheel he is rolled along the heavens through a labyrinth of worlds and all the creations of god are flaming above and beneath Js Is this a creature to make for himself a crown of glory to deny his own flesh to mock at his bis tello tel tei sprung from the dust to which both will soon return does the proud man not err does he not suffer does he not die when he reasons is he never stopped by difficulties when he acts is he never tempted by pleasure when he lives is he free from pain pun when he dies can he escape the common grave pride is not the heritage of man humility should dwell with frailty and atone for ignorance error and imperfection sydney smith |