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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.
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.]
We are always paid for our suspicion by finding what we suspect.
We are always paid for our suspicion by finding what we suspect.
The world has grown suspicious of anything that looks like a happily married life.
The world has grown suspicious of anything that looks like a happily married life.
The losing side is full of suspicion.
[Lat., Ad tristem partem strenua est suspicio.]
The losing side is full of suspicion.
[Lat., Ad tristem partem strenua est suspicio.]
There is one safeguard known generally to the wise, which is an advantage and security to all, but especially to read more
There is one safeguard known generally to the wise, which is an advantage and security to all, but especially to democracies as against despots - suspicion.
Quoth Sidrophel, If you suppose,
Sir Knight, that I am one of those,
I might suspect, and read more
Quoth Sidrophel, If you suppose,
Sir Knight, that I am one of those,
I might suspect, and take th' alarm,
You bus'ness is but to inform;
But if it be, 'tis ne'er the near,
You have a wrong sow by the ear.
To be suspicious is not a fault. To be suspicious all the time
without coming to a conclusion is read more
To be suspicious is not a fault. To be suspicious all the time
without coming to a conclusion is the defect.
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.