Quotes About Skepticism

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More spooky and supernatural. Even though all the Egyptians were positive that somebody was fooling and had somehow managed to write the answer to Ken's question, there are times when being positive isn't quite enough." - Ken

Wasn't that the way of things now? Everybody thought they were better at policing than cops. Cops were suddenly the enemy.

Another Chief remembered that since the Great Father promised them that they would never be moved they had been moved five times. "I think you had better put the Indians on wheels," he said sardonically, "and you can run them about whenever you wish.

This is a generation weaned on Watergate, and there is no presumption of innocence and no presumption of good intentions. Instead, there is a presumption that, without relentless scrutiny, the government will misbehave.

Skeptics squat by the road like guardians of truth, letting no one pass who doesn't come up to scratch. They never realize that they can see only what their paradigm tells them to look for. If you judge a person only by how well he plays pool, Mozart won't pass scrutiny, but the fault is in your lens.

Don't pay attention to those who offer too much.

There are all kinds of devices invented for the protection and preservation of countries: defensive barriers, forts, trenches, and the like... But prudent minds have as a natural gift one safeguard which is the common possession of all, and this applies especially to the dealings of democracies. What is this safeguard? Skepticism. This you must preserve. This you must retain. If you can keep this, you need fear no harm.

Skepticism is the first step on the road to philosophy.

A thing is not proved just because no one has ever questioned it. What has never been gone into impartially has never been properly gone into. Hence scepticism is the first step toward truth. It must be applied generally, because it is the touchstone.

What has not been examined impartially has not been well examined. Skepticism is therefore the first step toward truth.

If you want me to believe in God, you must make me touch him.

Like his brothers before him, age had robbed Ham of the innocence of his childhood faith. He had exchanged his wide-eyed belief in the Almighty for a pragmatic skepticism of anything he couldn't experience with his senses. Now, when he needed a spiritual pillar to lean on, it wasn't there. Can you show it to me? Noah knelt beside his son to pray.

It became clear to us early on that Catholic dogma was pretty much a fairy story concocted to satisfy the incurious masses, and we were buying none of it.

I go on the presumption that everyone's full of shit until proven otherwise, and this usually serves me in good stead.

I don't trust what this life has given me.

Valkyrie, I hate to be the one to tell you this, but your friend is most likely dead." "Of course he's dead. He's a skeleton.

I'm sorry, I don't know what any of you want, or why guns and knives are being waved around, or why the girl has just been taken hostage, but everyone seems to be acting like having a TALKING SKELETON in the room is perfectly normal. And you, where are your eyes? How can you see? How come the only people with eyes in this room are me and her?

Do you think we'll be waiting long?" Valkyrie asked, keeping her voice low. "The last time we were in this building, we accused the Grand Mage of being a traitor," Skulduggery said. "Yes, I think we'll be waiting long.

A living skeleton isn't enough for you, is it? What does it take to impress young people these days?

I know she was sent to keep an eye on me and then kill me, but … do you think she did fall in love with me, even just a small bit?" "Not really." "Oh." "She stuck a knife in you." "Yeah." "That's rarely a good sign." "I suppose." "But hey, you had some good times, didn't you?" "Yes. Yes we did." "Before she stabbed you.

Scapegrace went to roll his eyes, but lost his enthusiasm halfway through and ended up looking at the ceiling.

I don't know you," Gallow said. "I've just met you. Already I want to hurt you.

Its roof sagged and let in water when it rained, its walls groaned and let in wind when it blew, and its doors creaked and let in hypocrites when it suited.