The whole world is caught in her glance and at last the universe is magnificent.

Never hate jealous people. They are jealous because they think you are better than them.

People lack originality.

You can be the moon and still be jealous of the stars.

She’s mad, but she’s magic. There’s no lie in her fire.

Let’ em learn or let’ em die.

Those who clap you on the back with one hand may clench envy’s mask behind theirs with the other.

Jealousy is an ugly emotion, but it tells the truth. You mostly envy those who have what you desire.

Insecure people only eclipse your sun because they’re jealous of your daylight and tired of their dark, starless nights.

Jealous persons are always in search of imaginary slights, which they magnify into crimes.

As iron is eaten by rust, so are the envious consumed by envy.

Even if people pretend that they’re OK with it, jealousy can eat people alive.

To do a dull thing with style – now that’s what I call art.

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

The poem has some value, believe me. It keeps you from going totally mad.

Hating on my success won’t make you a winner.