I would rather drudge out my life on a cotton plantation, till the grave opened to give me rest, than to live with an unprincipled master and a jealous mistress.

As iron is eaten away by rust, so the envious are consumed by their own passion.

There is no greater glory than love, nor any great punishment than jealously.

The lovesick, the betrayed, and the jealous all smell alike.

The envious die not once, but as oft as the envied win applause.

Jealousy is the fear or apprehension of superiority: envy our uneasiness under it.

I have never been jealous. Not even when my dad finished fifth grade a year before I did.

Jealousy is cruel as the grave: the coals thereof are coals of fire.

Jealousy is the tie that binds, and binds, and binds.

Magnanimous people have no vanity, they have no jealousy, and they feed on the true and the solid wherever they find it. And, what is more, they find it everywhere.