There is something to be said for jealousy, because it only designs the preservation of some good which we either have or think wehave a right to. But envy is a raging madness that cannot bear the wealth or fortune of others.

Jealousy springs more from love of self than from love of another.

The most subtle of our acts is to simulate blindness for snares that we know are set for us.

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.

Things often offer themselves to our mind in a more finished form in the very first thought, than we might have made them by muchart and study.

In great affairs we ought to apply ourselves less to creating chances than to profiting from those that offer.

Plenty of people want to be pious, but no one yearns to be humble.