Envy, like the worm, never runs but to the fairest fruit; like a cunning bloodhound, it singles out the fattest deer in the flock.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Envy is human nature.
Envy is never general, but always very particular - at least envy of the kind one feels strongly.
Envy is an insult to oneself.
The wicked envy and hate; it is their way of admiring.
Envy comes from people's ignorance of, or lack of belief in, their own gifts.
Envy among other ingredients has a mixture of the love of justice in it. We are more angry at undeserved than at deserved good-fortune.
Of the seven deadly sins, only envy is no fun at all.
In recompense, envy may be the subtlest - perhaps I should say the most insidious - of the seven deadly sins.
Fools may our scorn, not envy, raise. For envy is a kind of praise.
Envy, my son, wears herself away, and droops like a lamb under the influence of the evil eye.