Vanity (n.) at its summit knows itself as empty of all content — and yet knows this empty self as the absolute.
Vanity (n.) needs the vanity of all things to become conscious of itself — and so creates that vanity itself and is the soul that supports it.
Vanity (n.) is Pilate's "What is truth?" — the refined superiority of one who has settled accounts with everything, for whom nothing means anything any more.
Vanity (n.) of trivial aims gets what it deserves from evil: such casual purposes are themselves the evil, and their frustration only pays them their due.
Vanity (n.) fills the mind that regards the present as vanity and thinks itself wiser: it finds itself in emptiness, and, having actuality only in the present, is vanity throughout.
Vanity (n.) of all things is, in the self that knows it, its own vanity — it knows better than each thing what each is, can judge everything, and has lost the ability to comprehend anything.
Vanity (n.) is the one truth left to a consciousness that fears the truth: being at any rate cleverer than any thought one gets by oneself or from others.