Evil to some is always good to others

I am no indiscriminate novel reader. The mere trash of the common circulating library I hold in the highest contempt.

He was the proudest, most disagreeable man in the world, and every body hoped that he would never come there again.

She was convinced that she could have been happy with him, when it was no longer likely they should meet.

... But he recommended the books which charmed her leisure hours, he encouraged her taste, and corrected her judgment; he made reading useful by talking to her of what she read, and heightened its attraction by judicious praise.

I am excessively fond of a cottage; there is always so much comfort, so much elegance about them. And I protest, if I had any money to spare, I should buy a little land and build one myself, within a short distance of London, where I might drive myself down at any time, and collect a few friends about me and be happy. I advise everybody who is going to build, to build a cottage.

Vanity and pride are different things, though the words are often used synonymously. A person may be proud without being vain. Pride relates more to our opinion of ourselves; vanity, to what we would have others think of us.