Envy not greatness: for thou mak'st thereby
Thyself the worse, and so the distance greater.

Envy not greatness: for thou mak'st thereby
Thyself the worse, and so the distance greater.

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?
read more

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?]

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.

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.

Envy's a sharper spur than pay:
No author ever spar'd a brother;
Wits are gamecocks to one read more

Envy's a sharper spur than pay:
No author ever spar'd a brother;
Wits are gamecocks to one another.

Nothing can allay the rage of biting envy.
[Lat., Rabiem livoris acerbi
Nulla potest placare quies.]

Nothing can allay the rage of biting envy.
[Lat., Rabiem livoris acerbi
Nulla potest placare quies.]

Fools may our scorn, not envy, raise.
For envy is a kind of praise.

Fools may our scorn, not envy, raise.
For envy is a kind of praise.

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.