A worthy man is bound to suffer malice and envy: a man grows in worth so long as he is envied.

Every man, wherever he goes, is encompassed by a cloud of comforting convictions, which move with him like flies on a summer day.

I am jealous of men. I envy the man his physical freedom to lead a double life.

With the wise man, what he has does not cease to be enjoyable because some one else has something else. Envy, in fact, is one form of vice, partly moral, partly intellectual, which consists in seeing things never in themselves but only in their relations

For him in vain the envious seasons roll,
Who bears eternal summer in his soul.

How great is the envy which follows a man from his neighbours, like the sting of a wicked spirit... he who receives it, and takes it as it were into his breast, has nothing else but to eat his own heart, and tear it, and consume both soul and body, finding inconsolable vexation in the good fortune of others.

The living will envy the dead.

"Pride must be a summer thing, because it "comes before the fall.

I envy men whose yards are gay,
But never work as hard as they;
I also envy men who own
More wealth than I have ever known.
I'm like a lot of men who yearn
For joys that they refuse to earn.<p>You cannot have the joys of work
And take the comfort of a shirk.
I find the man I envy most
Is he who's longest at his post.
I could have gold and roses, too,
If I would work like those who do.

There is a time in every man’s education when he arrives at the conviction that envy is ignorance; that imitation is suicide...

To envy a man is to misunderstand him or yourself.

though every friend be fled,
Lo! Envy waits, that lover of the dead.

The envious man dies not only once but as many times as the person he envies lives to hear the voice of praise ...

The dullard's envy of brilliant men is always assuaged by the suspicion that they will come to a bad end.