The mind conscious of innocence despises false reports: but we
are a set always ready to believe a scandal.
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The mind conscious of innocence despises false reports: but we
are a set always ready to believe a scandal.
[Lat., Conscia mens recti famae mendacia risit:
Sed nos in vitium credula turba sumus.]

There is so much good in the worst of us, and so much bad in the best of us, that read more

There is so much good in the worst of us, and so much bad in the best of us, that it hardly becomes any one of us to talk about the rest of us.

Love and scandal are the best sweeteners of tea.

Love and scandal are the best sweeteners of tea.

Assail'd by scandal and the tongue of strife,
His only answer was a blameless life;
And he read more

Assail'd by scandal and the tongue of strife,
His only answer was a blameless life;
And he that forged, and he that threw the dart,
Had each a brother's interest in his heart.

Everybody says it, and what everybody says must be true.

Everybody says it, and what everybody says must be true.

In Vietnam the CIA dressed as Viet Cong and in their
uniform performed atrocities on Catholics and Buddhists.
*
(the read more

In Vietnam the CIA dressed as Viet Cong and in their
uniform performed atrocities on Catholics and Buddhists.
*
(the same thing is being done to the Shiites and Sunnis
by mosque bombers.. with the US military or Sharon
operatives tagged as Sunnis for Shiites and Shiites for
Sunnis).

Scandal is what one half of the world takes pleasure inventing, and the other half in believing.

Scandal is what one half of the world takes pleasure inventing, and the other half in believing.

To converse with Scandal is to play at Losing Loadum, you must
lose a good name to him, before read more

To converse with Scandal is to play at Losing Loadum, you must
lose a good name to him, before you can win it for yourself.

Her mouth is a honey-blossom, No doubt, as the poet sings; But within her lips, the petals, Lurks read more

Her mouth is a honey-blossom, No doubt, as the poet sings; But within her lips, the petals, Lurks a cruel bee that stings.