By plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower.

Wherever good fortune enters, envy lays siege to the place and attacks it; and when it departs, sorrow and repentance remain behind.

Envy is a declaration of inferiority.

When you're famous you kind of run into human nature in a raw kind of way. It stirs up envy, fame does.

Envy, hatred and malice among Nations have reached their peak and will be succeeded by a new tide of peace and good-will.

Success makes so many people hate you. I wish it wasn't that way. It would be wonderful to enjoy success without seeing envy in the eyes of those around you.