“A real flame of love is a subtle thing. It burns as a will-o'-the-wisp, dancing onward to fairy lands of delight. It roars as a furnace. Too often jealousy is the quality upon which it feeds.”

“Roar with delight while you still can, O illiterate demon, because when I will kill you, the gods themselves will roar with delight”

“O, beware, my lord, of jealousy;It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mockThe meat it feeds on. That cuckold lives in bliss,Who, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger:But O, what damnèd minutes tells he o'erWho dotes, yet doubts, suspects, yet strongly loves!”

“There is an unknown land full of strange flowers and subtle perfumes, a land of which it is joy of all joys to dream, a land where all things are perfect and poisonous.”

“Too often I am jealous and my jealousy leads me to say things-things-that I regret.”

“All men burn with foolish jealousy, but women are fools to take delight in it. This world is full of fools no matter where you look.”