Edmund Burke Quotes

A little disdain is not amiss; a little scorn is alluring.

Contempt is a dangerous emotion, luring us into believing that we understand more than we do. Contempt causes us to jeer rather than speak, to poke at rather than touch.

In order to feel contempt, you generally need to cherish some kind of feelings.

It is horrid to smirk.

A solitary laugh is often a laugh of superiority.

The mind is lowered through association with inferiors. With equals it attains equality; and with superiors, superiority.

Don't get the impression that you arouse my anger. You see, one can only be angry with those he respects.

There is no good in living in a society where you are merely the equal of everybody else. The true pleasure of life is to live with your inferiors.

Contempt, thought Tyrion, the universal tongue.

Contempt is the emotion we feel for an opponent whose arguments are too formidable to refute.

I have been despised by better men than you.

To tolerate is to insult.

They looked down on her; and she looked up through them.

You are not worth another word, else I'd call you knave.

As for the calumnies, the insults, the angry cries outside, let them go on building up—no matter what height they reach, it will still fall short of my contempt.

No social class, intellectual category or art form is immune to the snob virus.

Laughter does not please the mighty.

When you become successful, half the population puts you on a pedestal, and half the population treats you with less respect than you would have got if you were collecting their bins.

Golf has been the sport of the social elite, with lawyers and doctors. But I have never been embarrassed by the looks I've been given by others. I have sometimes been looked at with condescension and it still happens now, but I know how to deal with it - I know whose opinions count.

I meet people who are so sniffy about daytime TV.

Contempt mates well with pity.

I scorn you, scurvy companion.

You are not worth the dust which the rude wind Blows in your face.

France is a dog-hole, and it no more merits the tread of a man's foot.

The public be damned.