Arthur Keith Quotes

I think envy motivates a lot of people.

I think it's in human nature to want to have more, to compete with the other and, at some level, to be dissatisfied if someone else has more than you.

It's easy in this world, in this business, to get caught up and get jealous of people.

Envy is ever joined with the comparing of a man's self; and where there is no comparison, no envy.

It is a most miserable lot to be without an enemy. [No man can be successful without being envied and hated.]

Genius inspires resentment. A sad fact of life.

There is more jealousy between rival wits than rival beauties, for vanity has no sex. But in both cases there must be pretensions, or there will be no jealousy.

Success makes enemies of those who would have never been true friends.

Failure makes us envious. Success makes us greedy.

In the race for wealth, a neighbor tries to outdo his neighbor, but this strife is good for men. For the potter envies potter, and the carpenter the carpenter, and the beggar rivals the beggar, and the singer the singer.

Envy's a sharper spur than pay: No author ever spar'd a brother; Wits are gamecocks to one another.

With that malignant envy which turns pale, And sickens, even if a friend prevail.

Envy bestrides praise.

Envy is not to be conquered but by death.

If you have a strong ego [and] something good happens to an acquaintance of yours, [it] makes you feel bad. It's called envy. ... The ego thinks something has been taken away from you because somebody else has received something good. It's a complete illusion, but that's the madness of the ego.

It wasn't enough for Megadeth to do well; I wanted Metallica to fail.

In particular, it is absurd to hope to banish envy of other people's possessions or fortunes, if only because the spirit of envy can lead to emulation and ambition and have positive consequences.

All the vices, Sancho, bring some kind of pleasure with them; but envy brings nothing but irritation, bitterness, and rage.

There is nothing more vindictive, nothing more underhanded, than a little world that would like to be a big one.

That incessant envy wherewith the common rate of mankind pursues all superior natures to their own.

Every great man inevitable resents a partner in greatness.

These are the forgeries of jealousy; And never, since the middle summer's spring, Met we on hill, in dale, forest, or mead, By paved fountain or by rushy brook, Or in the beached margent of the sea, To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind, But with thy brawls thou hast disturbed our sport.

What wretched doings come from the ardor of fame; the love of truth alone would never make one man attack another bitterly.

Rivalry and envy are Siamese twins.

A man comes to measure his greatness by the regrets, envies and hatreds of his competitors.