The deepest quality of a work of art will always be the quality of the mind of the producer...No good novel will ever proceed from a superficial mind.
Henry JamesRead
My idea is this, that when you only love a little you're naturally not jealous — or are only jealous also a little, so that it doesn't matter. But when you love in a deeper and intenser way, then you're in the very same proportion jealous; your jealousy has intensity and, no doubt, ferocity.
Interpretation
Deeper love brings greater jealousy.
Henry James highlights the relationship between the depth of one's love and the intensity of jealousy that accompanies it. When love is shallow, jealousy may also be minimal and insignificant. However, as love intensifies, so too does jealousy, revealing the complexities and emotional investment involved in deep love.
In practice
In a discussion about the complexities of romantic relationships.
The deepest quality of a work of art will always be the quality of the mind of the producer...No good novel will ever proceed from a superficial mind.
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