Jealousy is nothing more than a fear of abandonment

Jealousy lives upon doubts. It becomes madness or ceases entirely as soon as we pass from doubt to certainty.

What makes the pain we feel from shame and jealousy so cutting is that vanity can give us no assistance in bearing them.

The sure mark of one born with noble qualities is being born without envy.

Jealousy is not love, but self-love.

There is a sort of love whose very excessiveness prevents the lover's being jealous.

Jealousy is bred in doubts. When those doubts change into certainties, then the passion either ceases or turns absolute madness.

Jealousy springs more from love of self than from love of another.