Jealousy (n.) is always born with love, but does not die with it. In jealousy there is more of self-love than of love to another.
Jealousy (n.) is bred in doubts. When those doubts change into certainties, then the passion either ceases or turns absolute madness.
Jealousy (n.) is, in some measure, just and reasonable, since it merely aims at keeping something that belongs to us or we think belongs to us, whereas envy is a frenzy that cannot bear anything that belongs to others.
Jealousy (n.) is more self-love than of love.
Jealousy (n.) is not so much the love of another as the love of ourselves.
Jealousy (n.) is nothing more than a fear of abandonment.
Jealousy (n.) is paradoxical in that if there is reason to be jealous, the unfaithfulness ought to extinguish love for the unfaithful.
Jealousy (n.) is paradoxical in that only those who give no reason for jealousy are actually worthy of it, in that, to give good cause for jealousy, is to extinguish love.
Jealousy (n.) lives upon doubts. It becomes madness or ceases entirely as soon as we pass from doubt to certainty.
Jealousy (n.) springs more from love of self than from love of another.
Jealousy (n.) is the greatest of all evils, and the one that arouses the least pity in the person who causes it.
Jealousy (n.) is a feeling in which there is more self-love than love.
Jealousy (n.) is always born with love but does not always die with it.
Jealousy (n.) is not love, but self-love.