No man likes to be surpassed by those of this own level.
[Lat., A proximis quisque minime anteire vult.]

No man likes to be surpassed by those of this own level.
[Lat., A proximis quisque minime anteire vult.]

Envy assails the noblest: the winds howl around the highest
peaks.
[Lat., Summa petit livor: perflant altissima venti.]

Envy assails the noblest: the winds howl around the highest
peaks.
[Lat., Summa petit livor: perflant altissima venti.]

Envy is a symptom of lack of appreciation of our own uniqueness and self worth. Each of us has something read more

Envy is a symptom of lack of appreciation of our own uniqueness and self worth. Each of us has something to give that no one else has.

Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief
That read more

Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief
That thou her maid art far more fair than she.
Be not her maid, since she is envious.
Her vestal livery is but sick and green,
And none but fools do wear it. Cast it off.

The truest mark of being born with great qualities, is being born without envy.

The truest mark of being born with great qualities, is being born without envy.

If I smile at the strong perfumes of the silly Rufillus must I be
regarded as envious and ill-natured?
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If I smile at the strong perfumes of the silly Rufillus must I be
regarded as envious and ill-natured?
[Lat., Ego si risi quod ineptus
Pastillos Rufillus olet, Gargonius hircum, lividus et mordax
videar?]

Envy is the art of counting the other fellow's blessings instead of your own.

Envy is the art of counting the other fellow's blessings instead of your own.

Envy depreciates the genius of the great Homer.
[Lat., Ingenium magni detractat livor Homeri.]

Envy depreciates the genius of the great Homer.
[Lat., Ingenium magni detractat livor Homeri.]

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.