Who surpasses or subdues mankind, must look down on the hate of those below.

Yet he was jealous, though he did not show it, For jealousy dislikes the world to know it

Yet he was jealous, though he did not show it, For jealousy dislikes the world to know it.

Lovers may be - and indeed generally are - enemies, but they never can be friends, because there must always be a spice of jealousy and a something of Self in all their speculations.

No true love there can be without Its dread penalty--jealousy.

There is no such thing as a life of passion any more than a continuous earthquake, or an eternal fever. Besides, who would ever shave themselves in such a state?