It’s a kind of spiritual snobbery that makes people think they can be happy without money.
The true snob never rests; there is always a higher goal to attain, and there are, by the same token, always more and more people to look down upon.
His hatred of snobs was a derivative of his snobbishness, but made the simpletons (in other words, everyone) believe that he was immune from snobbishness.
That which we call a snob by any other name would still be snobbish.
The man who worships mere wealth is a snob.
Laughter would be bereaved if snobbery died.
Exclusiveness is a characteristic of recent riches, high society, and the skunk.
An uppish class sometimes mistakes itself for an upper class.
My thirst I slake from that wells that bear my seal; Forbid retailers of gossip the door; And half a score of words by soul reveal: “Whatever is popular I abhor!”