What the devil was he doing in this galley?
[Fr., Que diable alloit-il faire dans cette galere?]

What the devil was he doing in this galley?
[Fr., Que diable alloit-il faire dans cette galere?]

Suspicion is far more to be wrong than right; more often unjust than just. It is no friend to virtue, read more

Suspicion is far more to be wrong than right; more often unjust than just. It is no friend to virtue, and always an enemy to happiness.

Julius Caesar divorced his wife Pompeia, but declared at the
trial that he knew nothing of what was alleged read more

Julius Caesar divorced his wife Pompeia, but declared at the
trial that he knew nothing of what was alleged against her and
Clodius. When asked why, in that case, he had divorced her, he
replied: "Because I would have the chastity of my wife clear
even of suspicion."

All seems infected that the infected spy,
As all looks yellow to the jaundiced eye.

All seems infected that the infected spy,
As all looks yellow to the jaundiced eye.

The less we know the more we suspect.

The less we know the more we suspect.

All is not well.
I doubt some foul play. Would the night were come!
Till then sit read more

All is not well.
I doubt some foul play. Would the night were come!
Till then sit still, my soul. Foul deeds will rise,
Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes.

Suspicion is a mental picture seen through an imaginary keyhole

Suspicion is a mental picture seen through an imaginary keyhole

All persons as they become less prosperous, are the more
suspicious. They take everything as an affront; and from read more

All persons as they become less prosperous, are the more
suspicious. They take everything as an affront; and from their
conscious weakness, presume that they are neglected.
[Lat., Omnes quibus res sunt minus secundae magis sunt, nescio
quomodo,
Suspiciosi; ad contumeliam omnia accipiunt magis;
Propter suam impotentiam se credunt negligi.]

I have a strong suspicion . . . that much that passes for constant love is a golded- up moment read more

I have a strong suspicion . . . that much that passes for constant love is a golded- up moment walking in its sleep.