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."

Suspicions which may be unjust need not be stated.

Suspicions which may be unjust need not be stated.

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.

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.

As to Caesar, when he was called upon, he gave no testimony
against Clodius, nor did he affirm that read more

As to Caesar, when he was called upon, he gave no testimony
against Clodius, nor did he affirm that he was certain of any
injury done to his bed. He only said, "He had divorced Pompeia
because the wife of Caesar ought not only to be clear of such a
crime, but of the very suspicion of it."

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.

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.