The hatred of relatives is the bitterest.

What mighty contests rise from trivial things.

How can we bear misfortune most easily? If we see our enemies faring worse.

Envy and hatred are apt to blind the eyes and render them unable to behold things as they are.

Rivalry adds so much to the charms of one’s conquests.

You shall judge of a man by his foes as well as by his friends.

From hell’s heart I stab at thee; for hate’s sake I spit my last breath at thee.

For what do we live, but to make sport for our neighbors, and laugh at them in our turn?

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

Better a thousand enemies outside the house than one inside.

I shall embrace my rival—until I suffocate him.

Do we want laurels for ourselves most, / Or most that no one else shall have any?

No one wins a quarrel by quarreling.