self-pride

Those who come to the Dinner Party are self-selecting; they do want to talk about it.

Let the thought of self pass in, and the beauty of great action is gone, like the bloom from a soiled flower.

Now this setting up of an orderly law-abiding self seems to me to imply that there are impulses which make for order.

At present, Louis was too self-absorbed by the struggles within him, to look deep into what was passing around him.

Liszt gazed at "his Hans," as he calls him, with the fondest pride, and seemed perfectly happy over his arrival.

E was an Esquire, with pride on his brow; F was a Farmer, and followed the plough.