Quotes About Comparison

I have seen so many of these, and lived with them, and travelled with them, and oftentimes felt as if I should starve to death on an equal allowance, that I am fully convinced I am correct in saying that the North American Indians, taking them in the aggregate, even where they have an abundance to subsist on, eat less than any civilized population of equal numbers, that I have ever travelled amongst.

Lo! at his throne the silent nymph appears, Frail by her shape, but modest in her tears; And while she stands abash'd, with conscious eye, Some favourite female of her judge glides by, Who views with scornful glance the strumpet's fate, And thanks the stars that made her keeper great:

The difference in golf and government is that in golf you can't improve your lie.

An apple is an excellent thing — until you have tried a peach.

My old love for slums revived, and I found out and haunted the worst in London. They were very good slums, but they were not the slums of Paris—they manage these things better in France.

A second guideline may be found from the implicit comparison between Christ and Adam.48 The heart of the Adamic temptation was to grasp for equality with God (Gen. 3:5: "You will be like God"). Adam attempted to seize equality with God; Christ did not. By contrast, Christ chose the way of self-emptying rather than self-aggrandizement. For these two reasons the second rendition is to be preferred.49

Baseball, it is said, is only a game. True. And the Grand Canyon is only a hole in Arizona. Not all holes, or games, are created equal

John Cochrane notes: "Rich people mostly give away or reinvest their wealth. It's hard to see just how this is a problem.…Look at Versailles. Nobody, not even Bill Gates, lives like Marie Antoinette. And nobody in the US lives like her peasants.

The envy of excellence leads to perdition; the love of it leads to the light.

The test distills into a few questions: What is your attitude toward people who surpass you in the creation of wealth or in other accomplishments? Do you aspire to equal their excellence, or does it make you seethe? Do you admire and celebrate exceptional achievement, or do you impugn it and seek to tear it down?

Are you going to let me go?" Jack asked quietly. "I'm thinking about it." "So Gaston gets let go but I don't?" "I like him more than I like you.

Thomas Hobbes called. He wants his thesis back.

Have you ever noticed, Oscar, that when people say, 'You're a smart woman', what they really mean to say is 'But I am smarter'?

There was more to it than that—my mother's face had feminine gentleness. Mine didn't, at least not when compared to hers. If we were to stand side by side in a room full of people, I wouldn't get a single glance. And if someone had stopped to chat me up, she could've stolen him with a single smile. Pretty . . . Yeah. Nice understatement, Dad. On the other hand, if the same people had to pick one of us to kick a bad guy in the kneecap, I'd get the vote, no problem.

You can stay out here and compare inches for the entire night, but I'm going inside.

You always come up with such flattering metaphors. The last time we had one of our little talks, you compared me to a cactus.

Some people simply live to prove to others that they have more.

The admiration vibrated in his voice and suddenly she was intensely jealous of herself.

What is more, we cannot do morality a worse service than by seeing to derive it from examples. Every example of it presented to me must first itself be judged by moral principles in order to decide if it is fit to serve as an original example...even the Holy One of the gospel must first be compared with our ideal of moral perfection before we can recognize him to be such.

Believe me, my boy, women don't love a man for himself but as a weapon against other women.

I felt so ashamed with them because everything in their life was going so well and they were so sort of successful. I couldn't talk about what I wanted with them and they were always in a hurry.

I adore your jealousy, especially when it's so misplaced. I expect Shakespeare wrote a sonnet about that.

Sometimes I just feel so shut in, with all those people and they've all got something while I've got nothing.

Oh if only only only we could be happy and ordinary like other people.