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.

Disagreeable suspicions are usually the fruits of a second
marriage.
[Lat., Les soupcons importuns
Sont d'un read more

Disagreeable suspicions are usually the fruits of a second
marriage.
[Lat., Les soupcons importuns
Sont d'un second hymen les fruits les plus communs.]

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."

There is no rule more invariable than that we are paid for our suspicions by finding what we suspect.

There is no rule more invariable than that we are paid for our suspicions by finding what we suspect.

Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind;
The thief doth fear each bush an officer.

Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind;
The thief doth fear each bush an officer.

Without your knowledge, the eyes and ears of many will see and
watch you, as they have done already.
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Without your knowledge, the eyes and ears of many will see and
watch you, as they have done already.
[Lat., Multorum te etiam oculi et aures non sentientem, sicuti
adhuc fecerunt, speculabuntur atque custodient.]

Suspicion is not less an enemy to virtue than to happiness; he that is already corrupt is naturally suspicious, and read more

Suspicion is not less an enemy to virtue than to happiness; he that is already corrupt is naturally suspicious, and he that becomes suspicious will quickly become corrupt

Suspicion is the companion of mean souls, and the bane of all good society.

Suspicion is the companion of mean souls, and the bane of all good society.

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.