We are all of us imaginative in some form or other, for images are the brood of desire.
People are almost always better than their neighbors think they are.
As they who make Good luck a god count all unlucky men.
What a different result one gets by changing the metaphor!
For years after Lydgate remembered the impression produced in him by this involuntary appeal-this cry from soul to soul, without other consciousness than their moving with kindred natures in the same embroiled medium, the same troublous fitfully-illuminated life.
One of the tortures of jealousy is, that it can never turn away its eyes from the thing that pains it.