Jealousy lives upon doubts. It becomes madness or ceases entirely as soon as we pass from doubt to certainty.
Jealousy lives upon doubts. It becomes madness or ceases entirely as soon as we pass from doubt to certainty.
Jealousy is, in some sort, rational and just it aims at the preservation of a good which belongs, or which we think belongs, to us whereas envy is a frenzy that cannot endure, even in idea, the good of others.
People that are conceited of their own merit take pride in being unfortunate, that themselves and others may think them considerable enough to be the envy and the mark of fortune.
Envy is more irreconcilable than hatred.
Jealousy contains more of self-love than of love.
Jealousy is bred in doubts. When those doubts change into certainties, then the passion either ceases or turns absolute madness.
Jealousy is not so much the love of another as the love of ourselves.
Jealousy springs more from love of self than from love of another.
The sure mark of one born with noble qualities is being born without envy.
Pride, which inspires us with so much envy, is sometimes of use toward the moderating of it too.
Pride which inspires us with so much envy, serves also to moderate it.
The truest mark of being born with great qualities, is being born without envy.
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