Calumnies are answered best with silence.
Virtue itself scapes not calumnious strokes.
False praise can please, and calumny affright None but the vicious, and the hypocrite.
Those who ought to be secure from calumny are generally those who avoid it least.
Contempt is the only way to triumph over calumny.
Calumny is a vice of curious constitution; trying to kill it keeps it alive; leave it to itself and it will die a natural death.
Something of calumny always sticks.
Mobs may assemble, calumny may defame, but the work of God will go forth boldly, nobly, and independent.
The upright, if he suffer calumny to move him, fears the tongue of man more than the eye of God.
Calumniate, calumniate; there will always be something which sticks.
The world will never be long without some good reason to hate the unhappy; their real faults are immediately detected; and if those are not sufficient to sink them into infamy, an individual weight of calumny will be super-added.
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.
Hurl your calumnies boldly; something is sure to stick.
Calumny is only the noise of madmen.
The best calumnies are spiced with truth.
Genius involves both envy and calumny.
Then I celebrated my Wall of Books. I counted the volumes on my twenty-foot-long modernist bookshelf to make sure none had been misplaced or used as kindling by my subtenant. “You’re my sacred ones,” I told the books. “No one but me still cares about you. But I’m going to keep you with me forever. And one day I’ll make you important again. ” I thought about that terrible calumny of the new generation: that books smell.
Calumny ever pursues the great, even as the winds hurl themselves on high places.
There are calumnies against which even innocence loses courage.
The newspaperman has become a walking plague. He spreads the contagion of lies and calumnies.
