“Mine was the unbearable jealousy a cultured pearl must feel toward a genuine one. Or can there be such a thing in this world as a man who is jealous of the woman who loves him, precisely because of her love?”
“Every man or woman who loves Him, they hate Him too, because He's a hard God, a jealous God.”
“It's a feeling which tells me that any woman can be beautiful in the eyes of a man who loves her.”
“A woman can be anything the man who loves her would have her be.”
“You say she loves him? No one but a coward would be defrauded of the woman he loved and who loved him. Ah, if I had once felt Madeleine's hand tremble in mine, if her rosy lips had pressed a kiss upon my brow, the whole world could not take her from me.”
“He loved the feel and smell of her palm and because he was one of those men who was always ultimately looking to dissolve himself into a woman.”