Quotes About Skepticism

I do not believe in witches, but if I did, I'd swear you are one.

I learned not to trust people; I learned not to believe what they say but to watch what they do; I learned to suspect that anyone and everyone is capable of 'living a lie'. I came to believe that other people - even when you think you know them well - are ultimately unknowable.

Judaeo-Christian legacy informs the way that even most materialist sceptic thinks and behaves. Whether we like it or not, that legacy has built the history that spawned us, and shaped the attitudes that linger, often unpleasantly, in the dark recesses of our minds.

It's strange," she started. "What?" Catty asked. "Just that you've never followed the rules before," the woman explained. "And so now I'm wondering, why are you going to follow them when you are dealing with the most deceitful being in creation?" Catty watched the woman leave. What she said was true. Catty hated rules. A slow smile crept across her face. "Thank you," Catty said. First she'd sleep, and then she'd act.

After that, of course, though he recovered later, nobody was about to believe any tales he had to tell about little live men.

Yet I have come to distrust book jackets calculated to prick desire like a Bloomingdale's window, as if you could wear what you read.

That no government, so called, can reasonably be trusted, or reasonably be supposed to have honest purposes in view, any longer than it depends wholly upon voluntary support.

That no government, so called, can reasonably be trusted for a moment, or reasonably be supposed to have honest purposes in view, any longer than it depends wholly upon voluntary support.

Perhaps," said Jasper shyly, "you would like some Gargletine Instant Breakfast Drink?" Katie fixed him with a long, level stare. Gargletine TM caused hysteria in lab rats and took the brown off horses. "Maybe not," said Katie. "But thanks.

Death to the bourgeois on his knees, smelling of religion and not believing in God!

he who seeks to deceive will always find someone who will allow himself to be deceived.

Religion is induced insanity.

I'm sceptical about the reality of everything; even about the reality of Nature. Sometimes I think that there are several Natures ... several Universes, in fact ... one inside the other ... like Chinese boxes ...

The nonreader in our culture wants to believe. He is the "one born every minute". The world is so vastly confusing and baffling to him that he feels there has to be some simple answer to everything that troubles him.

You design the vulgar pots and sell them to the vulgar people. When you start believing them, you become fraudulent, Miss Nina. You make a plausible adjustment to the facts of life. I don't. And that isn't a virtue on my part. It's the disease of permanent adolescence. Honey, when you take your tongue out of your cheek, you become suspect.

When anybody looks directly at me, right into my eyes, which isn't normal, and doesn't do any fidgeting, which again isn't normal, and drops their voice level about a half octave and gets real grammatical, I just lay back and wait for them to bring out the three walnut shells and the rubber pea.

It sounded sort of strange, but I guess I believed you. You said if X has something valuable and Y comes along and takes it away from him, and there is absolutely no way in the world X can ever get it back, then you come along and make a deal with X to get it back, and keep half. Then you just Ã¢â'¬Â¦ live on that until it starts to run out. Is that the way it is, really?

The spirit of our day is a soft acceptance of everything—except deep conviction in anything.

The intellectual support for UNBELIEF is about as stable as the stock market.

I don't think the intelligence reports are all that hot. Some days I get more out of the New York Times.

Your first reaction is the characteristic one of your contrasuggestible century: to disbelieve, to disprove. I see this very clearly underneath your politeness.

If I could put a starving child before him and give it food and let him watch it grow well, I know he'd give money. But everything beyond what he pays for and sees himself get is suspicious to him. He doesn't believe in any other world but the one he lives in and sees. He's the one in prison; in his own hateful narrow present world.

A fost odat? un tân?r prinÈ› care credea în toate lucrurile, în afar? de trei. Nu credea în prinÈ›ese, nu credea în insule, nu credea în Dumnezeu. Împ?ratul, tat?l s?u, îi spusese c? aceste lucruri nu exist?. ?i cum nu erau nici prinÈ›ese, nici insule È™i nici vreun semn al existenÈ›ei lui Dumnezeu în împ?r??ia tat?lui s?u, tân?rul prinÈ› îi d?du crezare.

Prima dumitale reacÈ›ie este tipic? pentru acest secol care nu admite nimic, un secol care nu crede, nu aprob?. Asta se ascunde în spatele politeÈ›ii dumitale. EÈ™ti ca È™i ariciul. Când ariciul îÈ™i scoate È›epii nu poate mânca. Cine nu m?nânc? moare de foame. Èšepii dispar odat? cu trupul.