Worth begets in base minds, envy; in great souls, emulation.

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.

I'm pretty rubbish, as we say in Britain, artwise, and I always envy people who can pick up something and even do just a little doodle of someone that looks vaguely like them. It's impressive.

Envy is human nature.

Pride, avarice, and envy are in every home.

I think envy motivates a lot of people.

I envy paranoids; they actually feel people are paying attention to them.

When you do well, everybody's after you, and sometimes the motives are legitimate, and sometimes it's envy and jealousy.

Envy aims very high.

I'm tired of liberals dividing this country up into little groups, setting them upon each other, breeding spite and envy, and then having the nerve to accuse conservatives of hatred.

In a lot of ways, I envy someone like Omar Sharif who lived in a hotel for decades.

Beg of God the removal of envy, that God may deliver you from externals, and bestow upon you an inward occupation, which will absorb you so that your attention is not drawn away.

There is perhaps no phenomenon which contains so much destructive feeling as moral indignation, which permits envy or hate to be acted out under the guise of virtue.

With a few flowers in my garden, half a dozen pictures and some books, I live without envy.

I don't envy guards. They're quick little monkeys, those guys.

No one would deny that feeling envy is unpleasant, or that feeling envious sometimes leads us down a path we wish we hadn't taken. Envy is frequently corrosive and destructive.

I envy poets because nobody ever asks them if it's true or false.

Envy is human nature.

I have a learning disability when it comes to languages, I envy actors like Prakash Raj and my kids who do it with such ease.

Envy, like the worm, never runs but to the fairest fruit; like a cunning bloodhound, it singles out the fattest deer in the flock.