Quotes About Skepticism

Usually when somebody did you a favour, you not only looked the gift horse well and truly in the mouth, you checked its fetlocks, mane and chest too while you were at it. Not to mention keeping a wary look out for mange, foot rot and fleas. Well, you did if you were a serving copper.

Brian Herbert, still watching from the back of the boat, felt justified in losing him in the first place. See, he could say, I told you he was like an eel. The sod must be as double-jointed as a bloody snake.

Beware of a bad woman, and put no trust in a good one. #Woman'sDay

Never trust a woman even if she has borne you seven children

When once--which every body must be--you are convinced of the wickedness and deceit of men, it is impossible to preserve untainted your own innocence of heart.

Innocent until proven guilty," Williams stated. Decker smiled. Spoken like a true American with his ass against the wall.

It just burns me, Rina, that this creep has all the women here suspecting everything in pants. But I guess it's natural. It must be tough to be a woman, huh?

De strigis vero, quae non sunt, nulla quaestio fiat (Sobre las brujas, ya que no existen, no se harán indagaciones).

Adesso ella intravvedeva, più distintamente di prima, una cosa orribile: la morte di quell'amore... [...]. No; l'errore era stato suo, nell'aver prestato fede a quell'uomo. Scettico e ambizioso, declamatore e vano, ella lo vedeva qual era.

What is desperately needed ... is the skepticism and the sense of history that a liberal arts education provides.

Le confucianisme n'est pas seulement un essai d'explication rationaliste du monde, il est une morale politique et sociale; sinon une vraie religion, comme on l'a avancé, du moins une attitude philosophique qui s'accommode aussi bien d'une certaine religiosité que du scepticisme, ou même de l'agnosticisme le plus franc.

Ninguna cosa es más lejos de la verdad que la vulgar opinión. Nunca alegre vivirás, si por voluntad de muchos te riges. Porque éstas son conclusiones verdaderas, que cualquier cosa que el vulgo piensas, es vanidad; lo que habla, falsedad; lo que reprueba es bondad; lo que aprueba, maldad.

Trust everybody, but cut the cards.

It makes me feel tired about how guarded we are the whole time. Without even trying we're ready to make a joke of everything, serving up the day with big dollops of irony and derision and cynicism. As if. Sucked in. Kidding.

Is it life?" he answered, "I would rather be without it," he said, "for there is queer small utility in it. You cannot eat it or drink it or smoke it in your pipe, it does not keep the rain out and it is a poor armful in the dark if you strip it and take it to bed with you after a night of porter when you are shivering with the red passion. It is a great mistake and a thing better done without, like bed-jars and foreign bacon.

The instances of honesty that one comes across in this world are just as amazing as the instances of dishonesty. After forty-five years of mixing with one's kind, one ought to have acquired the habit of being able to know something about one's fellow beings. But one doesn't

You can't go around hoping that most people have sterling moral characters. The most you can hope for is that people will pretend that they do.

Be vary wary of people who declare that they're going to create heaven on earth, they almost invariably create hell.

Be very wary of people who declare that they're going to create heaven on earth, they almost invariably create hell.)

Everybody betrayed her, so why expect otherwise? But it turned out that distrust could fool you and endanger you, just as trust could.

Don't trust anybody over a hundred and fifty years old, particularly if they look thirty. Anybody who gets that old in Caverna loses something, and they don't get it back. They can't feel properly any more. They're hollow inside, and all they got left is a hunger – a hunger to feel. They're like . . . great big trap-lanterns, all blind gaping need, and thousands of teeth, with decades to come up with tricks and schemes.

The common sense in Zouelle's words hit Neverfell like a slingshot. The last time Neverfell had appeared before Madame Appeline it had been in the role of captured thief, and the Facesmith had duly handed Neverfell over to the authorities. If there had been any chance of friendship between them, Neverfell's actions had probably killed it dead.

The world is full of liars of different humors. Coy liars drop their eyes. Bold liars forget to blink.

No, from what you say your father was an atheist, an out-and-out unbeliever. Atheism will see your head spiked on a church spire just as soon as Birdcatchery." Mosca was silent for a few moments. "But, Mr. Clent," she said at last, "what if he was right? What if it's true?