The only person worth envying is he person who doesn't envy.

The only person worth envying is he person who doesn't envy.

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.

A woman has two smiles that an angel might envy, the smile that accepts a lover before words are uttered, read more

A woman has two smiles that an angel might envy, the smile that accepts a lover before words are uttered, and the smile that lights on the first born babe, and assures it of a mother's love.

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.]

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.

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.]

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.

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.