boasting [Theme]

Boasting is a fool's second of glory.

If there are things that are not worth boasting about, then there are those for which it is humiliating to beg for pity.

It is difficult for a poor man not to feel any malice; it is easy for a rich man not to boast of it.

... while we are alive, we will not boast of the benefits that we bring after death.

I am spending the city budget.

Weakness is not something to brag about.

I want to show the abundance of money.

The mouse is crafty,
A pranky look.
She's under the pile.
Straw sits.
- Well, look, -
Squeaked the hedgehog, -
What a pile
I'm holding on!

One of the most urgent human needs, equal, even more urgent than food, drink, lairability, and the existence of which we often forget, is the need to prove ourselves - to know that I did it. A lot of actions, otherwise incomprehensible, are explained by this need. We must remember it both when raising and dealing with people. The main thing is to try to make it an activity, not bragging.

Do good, but don't wash it off with your bragging.

Beware lest some small people that you have enslaved rise up and turn into a scourge in the hands of the gods, which will fall on your boasting and your injustice, your vices and your stupidity.

- What are you afraid of? You killed a bear with your bare hands?!
- It was a very different bear!

You turned off the radio, and people listen to your boast and think - to what crushed Aleshka Zhurbin!

Alfred believed that I deserved forgiveness.
Is bragging?
- Look at the chronicle, I was there on every page.
That's not true! Your name not even once!
But I'm there! Not named, but there is! And the men of Wessex know it! As you know and this. That's what I said the king. I went with Alfred marsh of Somerset, of Ethandune and all the subsequent battles! We were connected, it was what I could not and did not want to become. He was someone I loved and despised. But for me anyway it was an honor to serve him. He was my king! And he didn't want to go to God not giving me what I deserve, a great many times - my freedom.