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Critics? Don’t talk to me of critics! You think some jackanapes journalist, his soul eaten away by the maggots of jealousy and failure, has anything worthwhile to say of art? I don’t.
That is ever the way. Tis all jealousy to the bride and good wishes to the corpse.
I don’t get jealousy, I don’t get how people hate each other – I never did.
What we used to say was whoever had the bow tie got to lead the band. There was never any jealousy.
I like jealous men. I love jealousy. I do.
There tends to be a jealousy in England towards countries that are successful.
You will not accept credit that is due to another, or harbor jealousy of an explorer who is more fortunate.
It is remarkable that jealousy of individual property in land often goes along with very exaggerated doctrines of tribal or national property in land.
Jealousy is love bed of burning snarl.
I don’t watch that much comedy. I think it’s professional jealousy. That and a lack of support for my community.