Vanity (n.) is boasting of your health to the sick when you cannot, like Asclepius, cure them.
Vanity (n.) is the one-inch soul that shoots up a yard high when someone calls you the only real philosopher.
Vanity (n.) boasts "I am rich, handsome, strong, well-born, an orator." So was Achilles, and what good did it do him sitting in tears over a damsel?
Vanity (n.) is a little soul an inch high that leaps to a yard when someone calls you the only true philosopher, and turns pale at the first criticism.
Vanity (n.) in a young man is a starting-point: his combed hair shows an image of beauty already in him; you need only say "you seek the beautiful — it is in your reason."