It is impossible not to envy the man who can dismiss reason, although we know how it must turn out at last.
Five enemies of peace inhabit with us - avarice, ambition, envy, anger, and pride; if these were to be banished, we should infallibly enjoy perpetual peace.
Envy is the central fact of American life.
I think Julian Casablancas and Amy Winehouse are two contemporaries I envy.
The praise of ancient authors proceeds not from the reverence of the dead, but from the competition and mutual envy of the living.
The ineffable joy of forgiving and being forgiven forms an ecstasy that might well arouse the envy of the gods.
Pride, envy, avarice - these are the sparks have set on fire the hearts of all men.
Pride, avarice, and envy are in every home.
I have little taste for fashionable dissipations, cards, and dancing; the theatre and tea parties are my aversion, and I look with little envy on those who find their enjoyment in such transitory delights, if delights they may be called.
Jealousy is both reasonable and belongs to reasonable men, while envy is base and belongs to the base, for the one makes himself get good things by jealousy, while the other does not allow his neighbour to have them through envy.
Worth begets in base minds, envy; in great souls, emulation.
Envy blinds men and makes it impossible for them to think clearly.
If malice or envy were tangible and had a shape, it would be the shape of a boomerang.
One of my favorite things about America is our breathtaking collection of national and state parks, many of which boast wonders the Psalmist would envy.
The United States of America became the envy of the world because we welcomed the best and brightest minds from anywhere on the planet and gave them the opportunity to succeed.
Bryan Adams might not be what I want to put on, but he's a pop singer with a great voice and great guitar tone. Plus, he's done more for Canada than Rush have, because he works all the time. I envy him for that.
I envy those Hindus and Buddhists who have in their religion philosophy and ancestor worship which build in the believer a continuity with the past, and that most important ingredient in the building of a nation - memory.
If I am fool, it is, at least, a doubting one; and I envy no one the certainty of his self-approved wisdom.
Music - not just the lyrics, but the music itself - expresses confused or illicit passions: rage, lust, envy, frustration, channeling these energies and creating an outlet for them.
Let age, not envy, draw wrinkles on thy cheeks.
