250 Comparison Quotes

How the sting of poverty, or small means, is gone when one keeps house for one's own comfort and not for the comfort of one's neighbors.

Schweitzer in the Congo did not derive more moral credit than Larkin did for living in Hull.

I think the original, 'They're the next Jane's Addiction' things that people said about us in the beginning have been pretty much wiped out.

While the collateral consequences of drugs such as cocaine are indisputably severe, they are not unlike those which flow from the misuse of other, legal, substances.

Remember when we was young, everybody used to have these arguments about who's better, Michael Jackson or Prince? Prince won!

I, for one, will not have [the Vietcong] insulted by any comparison to the forces of Zarqawi, the Fedayeen Saddam, and the criminal underworld now arrayed against us. These depraved elements are the Iraqi Khmer Rouge.

The entire 'my art is better than your art' thing really gets under my skin. The fact of the matter is: Your art IS better than my art... at being what it is. So what? It just so happens that my art is better than your art, at being what it is.

The less satisfaction we derive from being ourselves, the greater is our desire to be like others.

A man that hath no virtue in himself, ever envieth virtue in others. For men's minds, will either feed upon their own good, or upon others' evil; and who wanteth the one, will prey upon the other; and whoso is out of hope, to attain to another's virtue, will seek to come at even hand, by depressing another's fortune.

The growth of New England was a result of the aggregate efforts of a busy multitude, each in his narrow circle toiling for himself, to gather competence or wealth. The expansion of New France was the achievement of a gigantic ambition striving to grasp a continent. It was a vain attempt.

I love the pride whose measure is its own eminence and not the insignificance of someone else.

I don't know why you're talking about Sweden. They're the neutral one. They don't have an army.

Hitler is lonely. So is God. Hitler is like God.

The Oscar Wilde of Welfare State gentility.

People have criticized me because my security detail is larger than the president's. But you must ask yourself: are there more people who want to kill me than who want to kill the president? I can assure you there are.

I am clearly more popular than Reagan. I am in my third term. Where's Reagan? Gone after two! Defeated by George Bush and Michael Dukakis no less.

If you're a singer you lose your voice. A baseball player loses his arm. A writer gets more knowledge, and if he's good, the older he gets, the better he writes.

I am the astronaut of boxing. Joe Louis and Dempsey were just jet pilots. I'm in a world of my own.

It would be hard to name a more certain sign of poor self-esteem than the need to perceive some other group as inferior.

Outdid the meat, outdid the frolic wine.

Eagles may soar, but weasels don't get sucked into jet engines.

Some things are better than sex, and some are worse, but there's nothing exactly like it.

Those Russians. They did worse things when they entered Pomerania than we ever did in Russia.

One of the challenges you will face is finding a job in our depressed economy, ... In fact, the chances of finding a job are about as good as finding weapons of mass destruction in the Iraqi desert -- slim and none, and slim just left the building.

Who does not see that we are likely to ascertain the distinctive significance of religious melancholy and happiness, or of religious trances, far better by comparing them as conscientiously as we can with other varieties of melancholy, happiness, and trance, than by refusing to consider their place in any more general series, and treating them as if they were outside of nature's order altogether?

The true pleasure of life is to live with your inferiors.

Housework is a breeze. Cooking is a pleasant diversion. Putting up a retaining wall is a lark. But teaching is like climbing a mountain.

Being nice to people is, in fact, one of the incidental tenets of Christianity (as opposed to other religions whose tenets are more along the lines of 'kill everyone who doesn't smell bad and doesn't answer to the name Mohammed').

'If someone says, 'Hey, I ran 100 miles this week. How far did you run?' Ignore him! What the hell difference does it make? The magic is in the man, not the 100 miles.'

Through Plato Aristotle came to believe in God, but Plato never attempted to prove His reality. Aristotle had to do so. Plato contemplated Him; Aristotle produced arguments to demonstrate Him. Plato never defined Him, but Aristotle thought God through logically and concluded with entire satisfaction to himself that He was the Unmoved Mover.

A man looking at a hippopotamus may sometimes be tempted to regard a hippopotamus as an enormous mistake; but he is also bound to confess that a fortunate inferiority prevents him personally from making such mistakes.

Hamlet is egotism as it appears to itself, and Don Quixote is egotism as it appears to the detached observer.

(on sweet corn and sex) I love sweet corn. It truly is better than sex! I'm not lying! All across the Midwest tonight, a husband and wife will finish what husbands and wives do, and the wife will ask the husband: 'How was that?' And, if the man is honest, he'll say 'Well, it wasn't sweet corn, but it was nice.' It's a fact! Sweet corn is better than sex!...fresh sweet corn!...Store bought sweet corn, yes, sex is definitely better than that!

There is no intimacy; it's not live. [he said of online games] It's being translated through a computer, and your imagination is not there the same way it is when you're actually together with a group of people. It reminds me of one time where I saw some children talking about whether they liked radio or television, and I asked one little boy why he preferred radio, and he said, 'Because the pictures are so much better.'

We must not seek to abstract from the busts of the great Greeks and Romans rules for the visible form of genius as long as we cannot contrast them with Greek blockheads.

Looking round that filthy room, with raw meat lying among the refuse on the floor, and cold, clotted saucepans sprawling everywhere, and the sink blocked and coated with grease, I used to wonder whether there could be a restaurant in the world as bad as ours. But the other three all said they had been in dirtier places.

Americans traveling to England always observe more similarities to our country than differences. I've been here only a short time, but I've noticed the tradition of free speech exercised with enthusiasm is alive and well here in London. We have that at home too. They now have that right in Baghdad as well.

To say that Gannet City was busy would be an understatement. New York in the rush-hour would appear immobile in comparison. There were gannets incubating, feeding chicks, flirting, mating, preening and launching themselves into the air in effortless flight on their six-foot wings. With their creamy- white bodies, wing-tips black as jet and their orange-coloured nape and head they were impressive and immensely handsome.

Je le prends deux fois par semaine, Haydn quatre fois et Mozart tous les jours. Vous me direz, Beethoven est un colosse, qui vous donne souvent des coups de poing dans les cotes, tandisque Mozart est toujours adorable. C'est que lui a eu la chance d'aller tres jeune en Italie a un epoque, ou l'on chantait encore bien.

During his February 8, 2006 show, Beck repeatedly referred to former U.S. President Jimmy Carter as 'a waste of skin', adding that North Korean leader Kim Jong Il was not a bigger waste of skin because '[a]t least evil is using that skin.' [3]

His poetry, as a whole, is more nearly the real right thing than any of the poetry of a somewhat older generation than mine except Mr. Yeats's.

No worse than a bad cold.

I see them walking in an air of glory Whose light doth trample on my days, My days, which are at best but dull and hoary, Mere glimmering and decays.

Unlike European mustards that bring out the subtle flavours of food, English mustard makes your nose bleed.

'Chrome Grover's are bitchin', I have them on a couple guitars. Almost as good as blue fuzzy Grover's.'

I can see that the Lady has a genius for ruling, whilst I have a genius for not being ruled.

'Well, I might be living in the wrong time but I don't go by comparisons. I go by the truthfulness of the whole thing. Forget about comparing, it's the biggest mistake trying to put your ego against the other person's.'

The diatribes of St Chrysostom against the Jews were rivalled only by Hitler.

Odyous of olde been comparisonis.

Comparable with Chawcer, yet more occupyed in supersticious and odde matters than was requesite in so good a wytte.

(On the ridiculousness of choosing a best band ever) It's like saying which is better; Tuesday or a piece of string?

Like Andromach, Hector's wife, Was weary of her life, When she had lost her joy, Noble Hector of Troy; In like manner also Increaseth my deadly woe, For my sparrow is go.

Every man knows that he is a sissy compared to Johnny Cash.

Joni, you have more class than Richard Nixon, Mick Jagger, and Gomer Pyle combined!

Just like his wife before she freezed on him, Just like his wife when she was beautiful.

We have, for the first time in history, easy access to all of the world's great religions. Examine the many great traditions - from Christianity to Buddhism, Islam to Taoism, Paganism to Neoplatonism - and you are struck by two items: there are an enormous number of differences between them, and a handful of striking similarities. When you find a few essential items that all, or virtually all, of the world's great religions agree on, you have probably found something incredibly important about the human condition, at least as important as, say, a few things that physicists can manage to agree on (which nowadays, by the way, ain't all that impressive).

'He's an unbelievable player. He's God's gift, something that's going to flash before our eyes and I don't think it's every going to happen again. The only person I can think about he's catching up with is Michael Jordan.' - w:Rashard Lewis[10]

'I played with both Kobe (Bryant) and Michael (Jordan). I would have to say that Kobe Bryant is the better player. Kobe has a much better shot, handles the ball better, and just has more tricks to go along with his game.' - w:John Salley[15]

Just don't compare it with a real language, or you'll be unhappy... :-)

Suave magni maro turbantibus aequora ventis e terra magnum alterius spectare laborem; non quia vexari quemquamst jucunda voluptas, sed quibus ipse malis careas quia cernere suave est.

This is a strange fraternity - these sea lions and land lions, land unicorns and sea unicorns; the lion civilly rampant, tame and concessive like the long-tailed bear of Ecuador - the lion standing up against this screen of woven air which is the forest: the unicorn also, on its hind legs in reciprocity.

Dark Helmet (Rick Moranis): 'I see your schwartz is as big as mine.'

Moral equivalence is a term of propaganda that was invented to try to prevent us from looking at the acts for which we are responsible. [...] There is no such notion. There are many different dimensions and criteria. For example, there's no moral equivalence between the bombing of the World Trade Center and the destruction of Nicaragua or of El Salvador, of Guatemala. The latter were far worse, by any criterion. So there's no moral equivalence.

Obstacles? Men like you don't have obstacles. Just steppingstones. Men like me? Yes, men like you. Just because I've never met any others. Just because no matter how much I loved [him] he was never for one day as alive as you are every minute. Just because I found myself loving as an adult for the first time when I loved you. Just because I have missed you more than I miss even my children, even my parents, even the lost loves of my life. Just because I can't dream of anyone but you, that doesn't mean that there isn't somebody else just like you somewhere else. The universe is a big place. You can't be all that special. Can you? You do still love me, then? Oh, is that what you came for? To find out if I loved you? Partly I do.

I'm Mr. Scared-from-Ass-to-Ankles. Whereas you are just plain old miss ass.

We are all fools when one wise man appears.

It doesn't have as much fat as the Haagen-Dazs, does it?

The last thing that Bonnard and Vuillard and Matisse wanted to do was paint portentous allegories about the destiny of mankind, as Gauguin did.

Don't try, don't try, Don't try you'll never win, And you can never be him. ~ 'Sleep Better'

Delibes' rich score for Sylvia led Tchaikovsky to declare that Swan Lake was 'poor stuff in comparison'.

Yeah, and my foot is like a pendulum. It will keep SWINGING!

When I lie tangled in her hair, And fettered to her eye, The gods that wanton in the air Know no such liberty.

Never compare your ministry: for two reasons. First, you'll always find someone doing a better job that you and you'll get discouraged. Second, you'll always find someone that you're doing a better job than, and get full of pride. Either way, you'll be dead in the water.

I had a colonoscopy once, and they let me watch it on TV. It was more entertaining than The Brown Bunny.

The star rating system is relative, not absolute. When you ask a friend if Hellboy is any good, you're not asking if it's any good compared to Mystic River, you're asking if it's any good compared to The Punisher. And my answer would be, on a scale of one to four, if Superman (1978) is four, then Hellboy is three and The Punisher is two. In the same way, if American Beauty gets four stars, then Leland clocks in at about two.

Is xXx a threat to the Bond franchise? Not a threat so much as a salute. I don't want James Bond to turn crude and muscular on me; I like the suave style. But I like Xander, too, especially since he seems to have studied Bond so very carefully.

Shakespeare is the Spinosistic deity - an omnipresent creativeness. Milton is the deity of prescience; he stands ab extra, and drives a fiery chariot and four, making the horses feel the iron curb which holds them in. Shakspeare's poetry is characterless; that is, it does not reflect the individual Shakspeare; but John Milton himself is in every line of the Paradise Lost. Shakspeare's rhymed verses are excessively condensed, - epigrams with the point every where; but in his blank dramatic verse he is diffused, with a linked sweetness long drawn out.

His face when he repeats his verses hath its ancient glory, an Arch angel a little damaged:Coleridge is absent but 4 miles, & the neighbourhood of such a man is as exciting as the presence of 50 ordinary Persons.

It is better to be a human being dissatisfied than a pig satisfied; better to be Socrates dissatisfied than a fool satisfied. And if the fool, or the pig, are of a different opinion, it is because they only know their own side of the question. The other party to the comparison knows both sides.

'The guy's as talented as any quarterback who has ever played the game.'

'He's about the toughest football player I've ever seen. Not the toughest quarterback-the toughest player, period.'

'There's no way I could do what he's doing. He's hands-down the toughest player in the NFL.'

Lourdes is the Blackpool of Christianity.

'Cause I am that damn good!' (copied from her at the time on-screen husband Triple H)

Color is the keyboard, the eyes are the hammer, the soul is the piano with the strings. (Comparing Painting and Music)

I think my chances of getting into the Rock 'N' Roll Hall Of Fame are about as good as Milli Vanilli's.

Wes Clark has the character and depth to be another Marshall or Eisenhower in time of war.

When a reviewer says that Malamud is second only to Bellow, it means he really isn't thinking about either of them. When he's reading Malamud he's thinking about Bellow, and when he's reading Bellow he's thinking about Roth. This is the essence of the ratings game: distraction. Children play it all the time. 'Is this the biggest bridge in the world?' 'No, it's the third biggest.' 'Oh.' They lose all interest in the bridge.

'They call me Hong Kong Ricky Martin, which is funny because I'm from Hong Kong, and I sing Ricky Martin song.'

Like-but oh, how different!

We have come one hundred miles and both the tortoise and the hare have passes us laughing.

Marcia: Having said that, you're not Anastacia. Ok. You're trying.