I believe we are still so innocent. The species are still so innocent that a person who is apt to be murdered believes that the murderer, just before he puts the final wrench on his throat, will have enough compassion to give him one sweet cup of water.

When people are bewildered they tend to become credulous.

We believe at once in evil, we only believe in good upon reflection. Is this not sad?

Credulity is belief in slight evidence, with no evidence, or against evidence.

I cannot spare the luxury of believing that all things beautiful are what they seem.

Our credulity is greatest concerning the things we know least about. And since we know least about ourselves, we are ready to believe all that is said about us. Hence the mysterious power of both flattery and calumny.

The only disadvantage of an honest heart is credulity.