Envy (n.) is, along with jealousy, the private parts of the human soul.
Envy (n.) and jealousy (n.) are the privy parts of the human soul — the comparison can perhaps be extended.
Envy (n.) marks the mistrustful man as a relic of the age of club-law; the man who rejoices in others' success lives on culture's top floor, farthest from the beast howling in the cellars.
Envy (n.) of the commonplace kind cackles when the envied hen lays an egg and so grows gentler; deeper envy falls deathly silent and grows in silence.
Envy (n.) striving for higher things discovers that before a man of excellence there is only one way of escape: love.
Envy (n.) is an involuntary, groaning kind of modesty — it compares and equates, almost reconciling enemies; nobility of bearing provokes them, and the ambitious wear it as a mask for envy.
Envy (n.) is born of equality: it hardly exists in a state of nature; its nobler brother is indignation that nature and chance do not grant the equal an equal fate.
Envy (n.) in subtler souls avoids getting to know the rival more closely — so as to go on feeling superior to him.
Envy (n.) is such that the envious man should hope not to have children — he would envy them for still being children.
Envy (n.) sees the climber smaller the higher he climbs — and hates most those who fly.