I treated you so mean. Like you was a servant. And all because Albert married you. And I didn't even want him for a husband,' she say. 'I never really wanted Albert for a husband. But just to choose me, you know?

You're not really free until you know you're not competing with anyone else. This

Wrath killeth the foolish man, and envy slayeth the silly one.

Life is like a pond, and every decision and act we commit, good or bad, is a pebble flung into it. The ripples spread in widening circles.

Measure your success by the number of people who envy you.

The cankered passion of envy is nothing akin to the silly envy of the ass.L'Estrange,Fab.xxxviii.

When the same qualities which we admire in ourselves are seen in others, even though they be superior, maliciously lower and carp at them.

Weak men in high positions surround themselves with little men, in order that they may seem great by comparison.

I don't feel pleased with myself while recording this cruelty, even though it was only a cruelty to a doll. It's a vengeful side of my nature that I am sorry to say I have failed to subdue entirely. But in an account such as this, it is better to be scrupulous about your faults, as about all your other actions. Otherwise no one will understand why you made the decisions that you made.

She's just jealous, people say, as if jealousy is something minor. But it's not, it's the worst, it's the worst feeling there is—incoherent and confused and shameful, and at the same time self-righteous and focused and hard as glass, like the view through a telescope. A feeling of total concentration, but total powerlessness. Which must be why it inspires so much murder: killing is the ultimate control.

Stupid people usually can't bear it when others do something better than they do ...

Sometimes this human stuff is slimy and pathetic—jealousy especially so—but better to feel it and talk about it and walk through it than to spend a lifetime being silently poisoned.