The envious pine at others' success; no greater punishment than
envy was devised by Sicilian tyrants.
[Lat., Invidus read more

The envious pine at others' success; no greater punishment than
envy was devised by Sicilian tyrants.
[Lat., Invidus alterius marescit rebus opimis;
Invidia Siculi non invenere tyranni
Majus tormentus.]

I envy people who drink. At least they have something to blame everything on.

I envy people who drink. At least they have something to blame everything on.

It is the practice of the multitude to bark at eminent men, as
little dogs do at strangers.

It is the practice of the multitude to bark at eminent men, as
little dogs do at strangers.

It is in the character if very few men to honor without envy a friend who has prospered.

It is in the character if very few men to honor without envy a friend who has prospered.

Helpless, unknown, and unremembered, most human beings, however sensitive, idealistic, intelligent, go through life as passengers rather than chauffeurs. Although read more

Helpless, unknown, and unremembered, most human beings, however sensitive, idealistic, intelligent, go through life as passengers rather than chauffeurs. Although we may pretend that it is the chauffeur who is the social inferior, most of us, like Toad of Toad Hall, would not mind a turn at the wheel ourselves.

With that malignant envy which turns pale,
And sickens, even if a friend prevail.

With that malignant envy which turns pale,
And sickens, even if a friend prevail.

Envy will merit as its shade pursue,
But like a shadow, proves the substance true.

Envy will merit as its shade pursue,
But like a shadow, proves the substance true.

We make ourselves fools to disport ourselves
And spend our flatteries to drink those men
Upon whose read more

We make ourselves fools to disport ourselves
And spend our flatteries to drink those men
Upon whose age we void it up again
With poisonous spite and envy.

Not on thy sole, but on thy soul, harsh Jew,
Thou mak'st thy knife keen; but no metal can--
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Not on thy sole, but on thy soul, harsh Jew,
Thou mak'st thy knife keen; but no metal can--
No, not the hangman's axe--bear half the keenness
Of thy sharp envy.