Men are such pedants-they don't know what things matter, and what things don't.
"Night and Day"
Virginia Woolf
Fancy this morbid, conceited, self-doubtful, violent, moody Alfieri accepting literary sympathy in a room full of small provincial lions-sympathy which had to be divided with half a dozen others; learned persons who edited Latin inscriptions, dapper poet priestlets, their pockets crammed with sonnets on ladies' hats, opera-singers, canary birds, births, deaths, and marriages, and ponderous pedants of all sorts and descriptions.
"The Countess of Albany"
Violet Paget (AKA Vernon Lee)
My cousins are not such pedants as you are.
"The Dead Lake and Other Tales"
Paul Heyse