Most of our faults are more pardonable than the means we use to conceal them.
Tis more dishonourable to distrust a friend than to be deceived by him.
Silence is the best tactic for he who distrusts himself.
In love deceit nearly always goes further than mistrust.
Our distrust justifies the deceit of others.
However greatly we distrust the sincerity of those we converse with, yet still we think they tell more truth to us than to anyone else.
The less you trust others, the less you will be deceived.
In love the deceit generally outstrips the distrust.
The trust that we put in ourselves makes us feel trust in others.
Our distrust of another justifies his deceit.
The rust of business is sometimes polished off in a camp; but never in a court.