Quotes About Skepticism

don't confuse scepticism as an attitude, or a method, with scepticism as a philosophy. Socrates was sceptical in temperament, and his method was to question everything. But he believed in absolute truth; he was no sceptic.

If we seek the truth without realizing how far we are from it, we will be dogmatists. If we realize how far we are from the truth but do not seek it, we will be skeptics. If we both seek the truth and realize how far we are from it, we will be wise.

If anyone doubts its infallible conclusion, he infallibly shows that he has never really performed the experiment.

Bollocks!' said Burgess. 'They're shit-disturbers. You ought to know that by now. Why do you think they're interested in a nuclear-free Britain? Because they love peace? Dream on, Constable.

Everything here is a lie, Rose said. Just because you saw it doesn't mean it really happened. Tom nodded. He was curiously reluctant to take up this hope she offered. If he reached out, it might bite his hand.

SADE Desprezo essas manifestações da masa que giram em círculo vicioso (...) Desprezo todas essas boas intenções que se perdem nas vielas desprezo todos os sacrifícios feitos por alguma coisa Só acredito em mim mesmo.

Until you caught a serial killer, it was impossible to know for sure that he existed.

Fat realized that one of two possibilities existed and only two; either Dr. Stone was totally insane – not just insane but totally so – or else in an artful, professional fashion he had gotten Fat to talk; he had drawn Fat out and now knew that Fat was totally insane.

David Hume, the great­est skep­tic of them all, once remarked that after a gath­er­ing of skep­tics met to pro­claim the verac­i­ty of skep­ti­cism as a phi­los­o­phy, all of the mem­bers of the gath­er­ing nonethe­less left by the door rather than the win­dow. I see Hume's point. It was all just talk. The solemn philoso­phers weren't tak­ing what they said seri­ous­ly.

This guy—Joe whatever—hasn't even got the right expression on his face; he should have that cold but somehow enthusiastic look, as if he believed in nothing and yet somehow had absolute faith.

Please don't continually say I'm paranoid. Why? It makes me paranoid.

A paranoiac, my friend, is a person who has gone crazy in the most intelligent, well-informed way, the world being what it is. The paranoiac believes that great secret conspiracies are afoot to destroy him.

he should have that cold but somehow enthusiastic look, as if he believed in nothing and yet somehow had absolute faith.

He should have that chilled but somehow enthusiastic look, as if he believed in nothing and yet somehow had absolute faith.

They're not idealists like Joe and me; they're cynics with utter faith. It's a sort of brain defect, like a lobotomy—that

I don't trust him. You know, he's crazy. And when you're around him you're crazy too.

Chuckling, Barris inspected his patty melt, which was melted imitation cheese and fake ground beef on special organic bread. "What kind of bread is this?" he asked.

Keep away from the literal-minded folk, and ignore the scoffers.

If Mrs. Coulter saw his reaction, she didn't show it. She went on: "Look, Will, I don't know how you came to meet my daughter, and I don't know what you know already, and I certainly don't know if I can trust you; but equally, I'm tired of having to lie. So here it is: the truth.

Instead, we should delicately and subtly undermine the idea that truth and facts are possible in the first place. Once the people have become doubtful about the truth of anything, all kinds of things will be open to us.

The wonder was in her, and the skepticism was in the world, and the coolness was in both.

Si pensó por un momento que iba a dejar a mi hija al cuidado de un grupo de hombres obsesionados con la sexualidad, unos hombres con las uñas sucias, que apestan a sudor de varios meses, unos hombres cuya enfermiza imaginación reptaría sobre el cuerpo de mi hija como un enjambre de cucarachas… Si cree que estoy dispuesta a entregarles a mi hija, es usted más estúpido de lo que supone que soy yo.

As they climbed, she could see the glitter of the moon on the sea far off to the left, and its silver-sepia light seemed to envelop her in a cool, skeptical wonder. The wonder was in her, and the skepticism was in the world, and the coolness was in both.

Whatever Mal says, I believe. So take that fucking smile off your face, you.