Jealousy is no more than feeling alone against smiling enemies.

Jealousy is no more than feeling alone against smiling enemies

Fate is not an eagle, it creeps like a rat.

The heart may think it knows better: the senses know that absence blots people out. We have really no absent friends.

No, it is not only our fate but our business to lose innocence, and once we have lost that, it is futile to attempt a picnic in Eden.

Margaret was not a ready lover, but where she loved she loved passionately, and with no small degree of jealousy.