Quotes About Skepticism

I tried to keep my cool. I tried to remain skeptical. I reminded myself that I was a man of science, even if I did usually get a C in it.

I'm not crazy about reality, but it's still the only place to get a decent meal.—Groucho Marx

No," Daito said. "We're not. You're all strangers to us. For all we know, any one of you could be a Sixer spy.

I couldn't make myself be cautious around her. A little voice in my head kept trying to tell me that every word she said could be disinformation and that she might be playing me for a fool. But I didn't believe it. I trusted her, even though I had every reason not to.

tried to keep my cool. I tried to remain skeptical. I reminded myself that I was a man of science, even if I did usually get a C in it.

It is an interesting and demonstrable fact, that all children are atheists and were religion not inculcated into their minds, they would remain so.

The anarch nurtures no expectations. He stakes on no one but himself. Basically, people remain pied pipers, whatever melodies they play to introduce themselves. And as for the rats - that is a chapter unto itself.

And I always feel this with straight people—that whenever they're being nice to me, pleasant to me, all the time really, underneath they're only assessing me as a criminal and nothing else. It's too late for me to be any different now to what I am, but I still feel this keenly, that that's their only approach, and they're quite incapable of accepting me as anything else.27

Everything you read in newspapers is absolutely true, except for that rare story of which you happen to have first-hand knowledge.

I consider it extremely doubtful whether the happiness of the human race has been enhanced by the technical and industrial developments that followed in the wake of rapidly progressing natural science.

I liked him very much but did not trust either man.

And I shared with all Westerners a Greek heritage: If ancient Greece was the cradle of Western civilization, I think it fair to say that skepticism was the blanket the baby came wrapped in. How can we be sure we know anything at all?2 It

The old woman said something and thrust the bowl into my hands. I looked to Argus. "What am I supposed to do?" "You had a mind of your own last time we talked. What do you think you're supposed to do?" he countered. " You're helpful." My words were bitter with sarcasm, but nothing on earth was half as bitter as that bowl of herbal brew.

Dice que no la amo de verdad. Que digo que la quiero, que creo que la quiero, pero que no. He oído a más de uno decir que no quiere a alguien, ¿pero decidir por otro si ese otro lo ama o no? Con eso todavía no me había encontrado nunca.

Me, when it comes to religion, I have no God. When I'm cool, I don't need anyone, and when I'm feeling shitty and this big empty hole opens up inside me, I just know there's never been a god that could fill it and there never will be. So even if a hundred rabbis pray for my lost soul, it won't do them any good. I have no God, but my sister does, and I love her, so I try to show him some respect.

Why is something done this way? Is this the best way it can be done?" You have to be fundamentally skeptical about everything.

I wouldn't trust any man as far as you can throw a piano.

Never trust anyone who wants what you've got. Friend or no, envy is an overwhelming emotion.

What has been affirmed without proof can also be denied without proof.

I've always been suspicious of collective truths".

There is no literature in all the world that is more true to life and more honest than Psalms, for here we have warts-and-all religion. Every skeptical thought, every disappointing venture, every pain, every despair that we can face is lived through and integrated into a personal, saving relationship with God—a relationship that also has in it acts of praise, blessing, peace, security, trust and love.

The only truly secure system is one that is powered off, cast in a block of concrete and sealed in a lead-lined room with armed guards -- and even then I have my doubts.

I hate doctors! They'll do anything... to keep you coming to them. They'll sell their souls. What's worse, they'll sell yours, and you never know it till one day you find yourself in hell.

We cannot know whether a theory formulated in terms of mathematical concepts is uniquely appropriate. We are in a position similar to that of a man who was provided with a bunch of keys and who, having to open several doors in succession, always hit on the right key on the first or second trial. He became skeptical concerning the uniqueness of the coordination between keys and doors.