Pure love and suspicion cannot dwell together: at the door where the latter enters, the former makes its exit.

Pure love and suspicion cannot dwell together: at the door where the latter enters, the former makes its exit.

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.

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.]

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."

The wolf dreads the pitfall, the hawk suspects the snare, and the
kite the covered hook.
[Lat., Cautus read more

The wolf dreads the pitfall, the hawk suspects the snare, and the
kite the covered hook.
[Lat., Cautus enim metuit foveam lupus, accipiterque
Suspectos laqueos, et opertum milvius hamum.]

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.]

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.

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.

The louder he talked of his honor, the faster we counted our spoons.

The louder he talked of his honor, the faster we counted our spoons.