Socialism is a philosophy of failure, the creed of ignorance, and the gospel of envy, its inherent virtue is the read more

Socialism is a philosophy of failure, the creed of ignorance, and the gospel of envy, its inherent virtue is the equal sharing of misery.

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, my son, wears herself away, and droops like a lamb under
the influence of the evil eye.
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Envy, my son, wears herself away, and droops like a lamb under
the influence of the evil eye.
[Lat., L'invidia, figliuol mio, se stessa macera,
E si dilegua come agnel per fascino.]

My mind gave me,
In seeking tales and informations
Against this man, whose honesty the devil
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My mind gave me,
In seeking tales and informations
Against this man, whose honesty the devil
And his disciples only envy at,
Ye blew the fire that burns ye: now have at ye!

Envy is like a fly that passes all the body's sounder parts, and dwells upon the sores.

Envy is like a fly that passes all the body's sounder parts, and dwells upon the sores.

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.

Whenever a friend succeeds, a little something in me dies.

Whenever a friend succeeds, a little something in me dies.

Envy consists in seeing things never in themselves, but only in their relations. If you desire glory, you may envy read more

Envy consists in seeing things never in themselves, but only in their relations. If you desire glory, you may envy Napoleon, but Napoleon envied Caesar, Caesar envied Alexander, and Alexander, I daresay, envied Hercules, who never existed.

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?]