There is nothing so terrible as to live in an atmosphere of suspicion - to see eyes watching you and the love in them changing to fear - nothing so terrible as to suspect those near and dear to you - It is poisonous - a miasma.

From now on, it is our task to suspect each and everyone amongst us. Forewarned is forearmed. Take no risks and be alert to danger. That is all.

When people are suspicious with you, you start being suspicious with them.

I am suspicious of all the things that the average people believes.

What we judge/envy/suspect in someone else can guide us to the darkness we have within ourselves. Our envy, impatience, suspicion with someone else tells us something about ourselves. Negative projections and suspicions reflect our own insecurities and get in our way.

Suspicion often creates what it suspects.

Once a story you’ve regarded as true has turned false, you begin suspecting all stories.

Survival...is an infinite capacity for suspicion.

I don't believe anything, but I have many suspicions.

Like most seasoned phonies, I roundly suspect that everyone is as disingenuous as I am.

Suspecting and knowing are not the same.

I have to keep reminding myself that almost everybody is always lying.

The hysteria of suspicion has made us unreliable to ourselves, trusting neither our aspirations nor our convictions. Suspiciousness, not skepticism, is the beginning of our thinking.

The people who are suspicious of certain things are the very ones who are the most capable of doing that of which they are suspicious.