Quotes About Doubt

Men trust their ears less than their eyes.

For both faith and want of faith have destroyed men alike.

Nobody talks so constantly about God as those who insist that there is no God.

Oh, you should never, never doubt what nobody is sure about.

How do you know he's a friend? There might be a number of people looking for me." The creases around her eyes deepened. "I figure he's a friend, 'cause every now and then he calls,'Answer me, you stubborn son-of-a-bitch.

Cogswhallop glanced skeptically at the complex runes. "Are you sure this'll work, gen'ral?" "Of course I'm sure-" Ping. The silvery note echoed in the cramped room. Makenna felt her face turn scarlet.

Or a pigeon, or a rat, or . . . I always double-check the leash.

He needs guilty men. So he has found men who are guilty. Though perhaps not guilty as charged.

The reader may ask how to tell fact from fiction. A rough guide: anything that seems particularly unlikely is probably true.

Why does everything you know, and everything you've learned, confirm you in what you believed before? Whereas in my case, what I grew up with, and what I thought I believed, is chipped away a little and a little, a fragment then a piece and then a piece more. With every month that passes, the corners are knocked off the certainties of this world: and the next world too.

I believe, but I do not believe enough.

They claim they're living the vita apostolica; but you didn't find the apostles feeling each other's bollocks.

This is the best he can hope for, unless. There is always unless.

I never know why Hope is accounted a virtue," Camille said. "It seems so selfserving.

My father doesn't have views. He would like to, but he can't take the risk.

Collot is back from Lyon, did you know? He had finished his work, as he describes it. His path of righteousness is very clear and straight and broad. It's so easy to be a good Jacobin. Collot hasn't a doubt or scruple in his head— indeed, I doubt if he has much in it at all. Stop the Terror? He thinks we haven't even begun.

He draws a line under his conclusions. Says, 'Gregory, what should I do about the great worm?' 'Send a commission against it, sir,' the boy says. 'It must be put down.' He gives his son a long look. 'You do know it's Arthur Cobbler's tales?' Gregory gives him a long look back. 'Yes, I do know.' He sounds regretful. 'But it makes people so happy when I believe them.

Troubled men both, he thinks, Wriothesley and Riche, and alike in some ways, sidling around the peripheries of their own souls, tapping at the walls: oh, what is that hollow sound?

You have no right to assume that you'll be able to write because you could write yesterday.

it's just that you are practiced at persuading, and sometimes it's quite difficult, sir, to distinguish being persuaded by you from being knocked down in the street and stamped on.

what's wrong with you? Or what's wrong with me? Why does everything you know, and everything you've learned, confirm you in what you believed before? Whereas in my case, what I grew up with, and what I thought I believed, is chipped away a little and a little, a fragment then a piece and then a piece more. With every month that passes, the corners are knocked off the certainties of this world: and the next world too.

Nobody knows how long the arrests wil go on and who else will be taken. He feels even he does not know, and he is in charge of it.

You must believe everything and nothing of what you read.

Will they be the same, my lord?