Of all the disorders in the soul, envy is the only one no one confesses to.
Our nature holds so much envy and malice that our pleasure in our own advantages is not so great as our distress at others'.
For the rich men without scruple drew the estate into their own hands, excluding the rightful heirs from their succession; and all the wealth being centred upon the few, the generality were poor and miserable. Honourable pursuits, for which there was no longer leisure, were neglected; the state was filled with sordid business, and with hatred and envy of the rich.
When malice is joined to envy, there is given forth poisonous and feculent matter, as ink from the cuttle-fish.
