Comparisons are odious.
Comparisons are odious.
Comparisons are odorous.
She and comparisons are odious.
Comparisons are odious.
It may be that love turned to hate is terribly common in sexual matters: it may be that hate turned to love is not uncommon in the rivalries of race or class. But any philosophy about the sexes that begins with anything but the mutual attraction of the sexes, begins with a fallacy; and all its historical comparisons are as irrelevant and impertinent as puns.
To liken them to your auld-warld squad, I must needs say comparisons are odd.
Is it possible your pragmatical worship should not know that the comparisons made between wit and wit, courage and courage, beauty and beauty, birth and birth, are always odious and ill taken?
Comparisons are odious.
Comparisons do ofttime great grievance.
Tush! Tush! my lassie, such thoughts resigne, Comparisons are cruele: Fine pictures suit in frames as fine, Consistencie's a jewell. For thee and me coarse cloathes are best, Rude folks in homelye raiment drest, Wife Joan and goodman Robin.
The wise man does not permit himself to set up even in his own mind any comparisons of his friends. His friendship is capable of going to extremes with many people, evoked as it is by many qualities.
These are the gloomy comparisons of a disturbed imagination; the melancholy madness of poetry, without the inspiration.
Comparisons are odorous. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 5.
The gloomy comparisons of a disturbed imagination, the melancholy madness of poetry without the inspiration.