Jealousy lives upon doubts. It becomes madness or ceases entirely as soon as we pass from doubt to certainty.

The thermometer of success is merely the jealousy of the malcontents.

Serious sport has nothing to do with fair play. It is bound up with hatred jealousy boastfulness disregard of all rules and sadistic pleasure in witnessing violence. In other words it is war minus the shooting.

The knives of jealousy are honed on details.

Jealousy is the grave of affection.

Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul.

Passion can quickly slip to jealousy or even hatred.

From heresy frenzy and jealousy good Lord deliver me.

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.

Jealousy is the tie that binds and binds and binds.