There is a soul-jealousy that can be as frantic as any body-jealousy.
It is, of course, a trifle, but there is nothing so important as trifles.
You will ruin no more lives as you ruined mine. You will wring no more hearts as you wrung mine. I will free the world of a poisonous thing. Take that, you hound, and that! - and that! - and that! - and that!
Even the best of us are thrown off some- times.
Violence recoils on the violent.
There is no scent so pleasant to my nostrils as that faint, subtle reek which comes from an ancient book.