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Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul.
Jaundice is the disease that your friends diagnose.
Love doesn't reside in the heart, anyway. Love resides in the liver along with jaundice.
The unmerciful man is most certainly an unblessed man. His sympathies are all dried up; he is afflicted with a chronic jaundice, and lives timidly and darkly in a little, narrow rat-hole of distrust.
