How would people work if it weren't for envy? People work out of envy. People want so terribly to be jealous for the sake of this mountain ready to roll people. Vanity is the desire of envy. Just envious conceited.
Envy is one of the forms of fear, vanity and stupidity. The worm of envy kills love and faith. Man cannot love whom he envies. The main sins of the jealous are mendacity, betrayal, subversion and so on.
I have noticed that true joy and pleasure is work and serving your dream. All other pleasures and joys are just masks hiding infernal pain. He who envies other people’s pleasures envies the flames of hell.
Rich and poor are alike. The rich clung to the wealth he has, and the poor clung to the wealth he does not have. The sin of the poor is greed and envy, he literally goes crazy about what he does not have, and he is ready to kill for what he has.
Do not envy the Princess on the pea, just do not envy, her suffering is truly terrible. The consolations of the rich are like firewood to a fire on which they are roasted alive. Sinners rejoice in the consolations, but suffering from the fire only intensified.
Where are the fanatical professional and careerists? They come from fear. These people's lives are all misery and work is the only thing that can barely smooth it out. Only in work do these people find solace. All in all, it's not bad, but you shouldn't be jealous of them.
Fish very much dream of Paradise. Stupid fish are very jealous of a Man living on a Paradise island. Fish also want to live as human beings. Fish thrown on the shore, fish jumping in the network. Pisces are ignorant, they do not know that it takes a long time to evolve and work on themselves to get out of the ocean to the ground. Fish don't know that Paradise is full of predators. Fish do not believe that gills and lack of legs is a big problem. Pisces is extremely stupid.
Humbleness is a thing necessary for those rich and smart to disguise the bottomless chasm of hatred between themselves and common people. Because when a common person looks at this chasm and realizes there is not enough power to overcome it, this starts to feel strong hatred towards those on the other side of this chasm. That's why it's better for rich, clever, beautiful and strong people to be humble in order not to draw the hatred of those around them.
Great things must be done in secret and in solitude. For greatness is a great value. It causes envy. They want to steal it, they want to destroy it and break it. It invokes fear and draws on aggression. To preserve a great value without great power is to hide it.
It's important to work to improve oneself and daily little self-improvement brings joy and gives strength for new achievements. But jealousy and looking up to some supergiants may exhaust you. Yes, great ones may seem to be a leading light but the distance between you and them are so huge that it makes you sad. And it undermines your self-confidence and brings despair.
Death is the best thing about this life. Immortality resembles hell. * Gods envy mortals. There's no one unhappier than God in this world. Mortals feel joy and wonder while gods know only boredom and pain. Unbearable eternal boredom that fills the soul with an ocean of pain...
The only thing that can help an impoverished person become rich is laziness. When one feels lazy to stir hands, one has to whirr mind. Of course, envy, vanity and greed may be helpful as well, but it's another story.
Be who you are. Pretending is lying. If a fool pretends to be clever and tries to do not his own, but clever, he is doomed. But if a fool does a stupid thing, he will succeed. Nor should the wise seek to follow the successful fool out of envy, but to do what his reason and conscience require. Everyone should do their own and be themselves.
You ask how I know so much about demons and their sins. I have nothing to hide, this book is the lament of my own soul, I wrote all about myself. My whole life has been spent on the edge of the abyss of fear. My whole life has been a hell of misery, pain and torment. My whole life is a hell of stupidity, malice, and my innumerable vices. You know, I'm not even a fallen angel, I was born that way. I've never had anything like wings... I had nothing. I was a brainless, armless, legless, blind and deaf caterpillar from the darkest depths of hell. The only thing that was strange about me was that I loved flowers and envied butterflies.