There never was one particle of... jealousy... in the heart of Hyrum Smith.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul.
Jealousy is never satisfied with anything short of an omniscience that would detect the subtlest fold of the heart.
Jealousy is the grave of affection.
Jealousy lives upon doubts. It becomes madness or ceases entirely as soon as we pass from doubt to certainty.
Jealousy is all the fun you think they had.
Jealousy is the fear of comparison.
Jealousy is bred in doubts. When those doubts change into certainties, then the passion either ceases or turns absolute madness.
Jealousy is just love and hate at the same time.
Jealousy would be far less torturous if we understood that love is a passion entirely unrelated to our merits.
Jealousy is the tie that binds, and binds, and binds.