Quotes About Contrast

The only man I knew who could make a curse sound like a caress.

Man is never sufficiently touched and affected by the awareness of his lowly state until he has compared himself with God's majesty.

I prefer men to cauliflowers

Man must not check his reason by tradition, but, contrariwise, must check tradition by reason.

Cowboy boots with a suit? You're a rough, tough businessman. Chaps with a bow tie? You're in the rough, tough man business.

I regard myself as a man without charm in a country of charmers.

The sensitivity of men to small matters, and their indifference to great ones, indicates a strange inversion.

That's a bit like asking a man crawling across the Sahara whether he would prefer Perrier or Malvern water.

Robinson Crusoe, the self-sufficient man, could not have lived in New York city.

The fall of man stands a lie before Beethoven, a truth before Hitler.

Enjoyment inflames love in some men, and extinguishes it in others: the wind that assists large vessels, upsets small ones.

The stupidity of a stupid man is mercifully intimate and reticient, while the stupidity of an intellectual is cried from the rooftops.

All men are fools, and with every effort they differ only in the degree.

One man's bane is another's bliss.

Sometimes love can be so wrong/Like a fat man in a thong.

Smallness in a great man seems smaller by its disproportion with all the rest.

Try as I might, I could never feel any great affection for a man who so much resembled a Baked Alaska - sweet, warm and gungy on the outside, hard and cold within.

Two tires fly. Two Wail. A bamboo grove, all chopped down From it, warring songs.

He was neither dead nor here, but in Idaho, a state often confused, by bicoastal folks, with Iowa, but that in fact was the anti-Iowa in many respects, a place that Iowans would only go to in order to make some kind of statement.

A honeybee cruising for nectar is pretty despite its implicit threat, but the same behavior in a hornet three times larger makes one glance about for some handy swatting material.

At this point, Mrs. Disher stepped in to say, if you thought that was scary, look at how poor people lived in the late twentieth century. Indeed, after ractives told them about the life of an inner-city Washington, D.C., child during the 1990s, most students had to agree they'd take a workhouse in pre-Victorian England over that any day.

Then, just for a blessed few hours, he had climbed out of that chopper into the high, cold, piney air of Bhutan, and gone for a ramble in the king's Land Rover, and hiked up a misty mountain that had struck him as being straight from a 1970s album cover. And he had done some introspection about the fact that he couldn't even take such a lovely place at face value but only liken it to such pop culture references.

he was like an illiterate savage staring at the first page of an illuminated Bible

All the Chinese people Richard had ever met had been sophisticated urbanites, so he had been half expecting that he would end up carrying the girl Yuxia on his back. But it became clear almost immediately that she was half mountain goat, or whatever the Chinese equivalent of a mountain goat was.