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Ernest Becker (September 27, 1924 – March 6, 1974) was a Jewish-American cultural anthropologist and writer. He is noted for his 1974 Pulitzer Prize-winning book, The Denial of Death.

A series of new, dicationic platinum(II) CNC pincer complexes were prepared and characterized by NMR and X-ray diffraction analysis. Oxidative addition of methyl iodide and iodine yielded the mostly unstable platinum(IV) complexes, which readily underwent reductive elimination to yield the platinum(II) precursors. Nonetheless, a platinum(IV) iodide adduct was isolated and was characterized by X-ray diffraction analysis. Additionally, a platinum(II) ethylene complex was isolated and found to be a moderately active yet highly selective catalyst in the co-dimerization of 2-methyl-2-butene with ethylene.

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Pride Quotes. Hoyt's New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922 > > Hoyt & Roberts, comps. > Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyt’s New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. Pride As proud as Lucifer.

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Bailey— Festus. A Country Town. Ay, do despise me, I’m the prouder for it; I like to be despised. Bickerstaff— The Hypocrite.

They are proud in humility, proud in that they are not proud. Burton— Anatomy of Melancholy. Let pride go afore, shame will follow after. George Chapman— Eastward Ho.

(Written by Chapman, Jonson, and Marston.) Pride (of all others the most dang’rous fault) Proceeds from want of sense, or want of thought. Wentworth Dillon— Essay on Translated Verse.

Lord of human kind. Dryden— Spanish Friar. Zu strenge Ford’rung ist verborgner Stolz. Too rigid scruples are concealed pride. Goethe— Iphigenia auf Tauris. Pride in their port, defiance in their eye, I see the lords of humankind pass.

Goldsmith— The Traveller. Why should the spirit of mortal be proud? Like a swift-fleeting meteor, a fast flying cloud, A flash of the lightning, a break of the wave, Man passes from life to his rest in the grave. Knox— Mortality.

(Lincoln’s favorite hymn.) What the weak head with strongest bias rules, Is pride, the never-failing vice of fools. Pope— Essay on Criticism. In pride, in reas’ning pride, our error lies; All quit their sphere and rush into the skies. Pride still is aiming at the bless’d abodes, Men would be angels, angels would be gods. Pope— Essay on Man. Thus unlamented pass the proud away, The gaze of fools and pageant of a day; So perish all, whose breast ne’er learn’d to glow For others’ good, or melt at others’ woe.

Pope— Memory of an Unfortunate Lady. Pride goeth before destruction, and an haughty spirit before a fall. Is this that haughty, gallant, gay Lothario? Nicholas Rowe— The Fair Penitent. Taken from Massinger’s Fatal Dowry. In general, pride is at the bottom of all great mistakes.

Ruskin— True and Beautiful. Morals and Religion. Conception of God. Why, who cries out on pride, That can therein tax any private party? Doth it not flow as hugely as the sea. Prouder than rustling in unpaid-for silk. She bears a duke’s revenues on her back, And in her heart she scorns our poverty.

I have ventur’d, Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride At length broke under me. He that is proud eats up himself: pride is his own glass, his own trumpet, his own chronicle; and whatever praises itself but in the deed, devours the deed in the praise. I do hate a proud man, as I hate the engendering of toads. He is so plaguy proud that the death tokens of it Cry “No recovery.”.

Pride hath no other glass To show itself but pride, for supple knees Feed arrogance and are the proud man’s fees. O world, how apt the poor are to be proud!. The Lords of creation men we call. Emily Anne Shuldham— Lords of Creation. Pride, like hooded hawks, in darkness soars From blindness bold, and towering to the skies. Young— Night Thoughts.