I like jealous men. I love jealousy. I do.
Jealousy contains more of self-love than of love.
There is no greater glory than love, nor any greater punishment than jealousy.
In my experience lust only ever leads to misery. All that suspicion and jealousy and anguish it unleashes. I don't want those things in my life.
Love is the master-key that opens the gates of happiness, of hatred, of jealousy, and, most easily of all, the gate of fear.
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