Quotes About Knowledge

Wisdom has never made a bigot, but learning has.

The trouble with most folks isn't so much their ignorance, as knowing so many things that ain't so.

Effective Bible Teachers exude a familiarity with the text that can only come from living with it.

You gotta know what the Bible says before you can understand what it means.

The problem with a life spent reading is you know too much.

Knowing and believing are two different things.

His mouth curved. "Do you really know what catalexis is?" "Not a clue. I heard you mention it once. It stuck in my memory because it sounds like a cross between a Cadillac and a Lexus.

I would take in vast amounts of technical information that my brain somehow put together into bursts of insight that felt more like music or wind than mathematical combinations. Increasingly, I had the sense that the key to these leaps was interconnectedness—some part of my being was harmonizing all my relevant knowledge, making it gel into one potent eruption, and suddenly the enigmatic was crystal-clear. But what was really happening?

William knows that science and magic are the same thing; magic is only science that hasn't been explained yet.

William knows that science and magic are the same thing; magic is only science that hasn't been explained yet. Tonight he has made chemistry into magic for her.

that the bulk of his scholarship was out of my grasp); as

I listened to Karen Woo give an explaination of photosynthesis once," he said. "God only knows why they were discussing photosynthesis.They hung on her every word, like she was a PBS special. Her explaination didn't even involve sunlight. These people will believe anything. They will say anything.

She no longer lived in a world of speculation or recall and would take nothing on faith when the facts were but a few clicks away. It drove me nuts. I was sick to death of having as my dinner companions Wikipedia, About.com, IMDb, the Zagat guide, Time out New York, a hundred Tumblrs, the New York Times, and People magazine. Was there not some strange forgotten pleasure in reveling in our ignorance? Would we just be wrong?

It was uncertain. She was in her early forties. Breast cancer. No one could identify exactly how everyone had come to know this fact. Was it a fact? Some people called it rumor. But in fact there was no such thing as rumor. There was fact, and there was what did not come up in conversation.

She no longer lived in a world of speculation or recall and would take nothing on faith when the facts were but a few clicks away. It drove me nuts. I was sick to death of having as my dinner companions Wikipedia, About.com, IMDb, the Zagat guide, Time out New York, a hundred Tumblrs, the New York Times, and People magazine. Was there not some strange forgotten pleasure in reveling in our ignorance? Couldn't we just be wrong?

In fact there was no such thing as a rumor. There was fact, and there was what did not come up in conversation.

Once upon a time, this idea of having a trained, disciplined, cultivated memory was not nearly so alien as it would seem to us to be today.

When I climb into my car, I enter my destination into a GPS device, whose spatial memory supplants my own. I have photographs to store the images I want to remember, books to store knowledge and now, thanks to Google, I rarely have to remember anything more than the right set of search terms to access humankind's collective memory.

Someday in the distant cyborg future, when our internal and external memories fully merge, we may come to possess infinite knowledge. But that's not the same thing as wisdom.

I won't pretend that I've arrived at humble orthodoxy. When I gain a bit of theological knowledge, I all too frequently get puffed up with pride. But I'll tell you what deflates my arrogance and self-righteousness faster than anything else: trying to live whatever truth I have.

He who learns as a child, what is that like? It's like ink written on new paper. And he who learns as an old person, what is that like? It's like ink written on erased paper.

Pru knew these verses, too. He who learns as a child, what is that like? It's like ink written on new paper. And he who learns as an old person, what is that like? It's like ink written on erased paper. She'd studied Pirkei Avot with her father, a chapter a week on Shabbat afternoons. The rabbi stepped back into the sanctuary.

They said if you put a chimp in front of a typewriter, eventually he'd type Hamlet. But if you asked a chimp who the late Senator Thomas from Missouri was, he would never, in a billion years, say Eagleton.