Quotes About Reliability

The fish are always selling well. They are the only one of God's creatures that never disappoints.

I believe you are a man of your word, and a white man, and I'll tell you the whole story.

Good old Watson!You are the one fixed point in a changing age.

Tell us the truth, for there lies your only hope of safety.

By the way, Doctor, I shall want your co-operation. I shall be delighted. You don't mind breaking the law? Not in the least. Nor running a chance of arrest? Not in a good cause. Oh, the cause is excellent! Then I am your man. I was sure that I might rely on you.

I would not tell them too much. Women are never to be entirely trusted,—not the best of them.

Dogs don't make mistakes.

Science is not a taxi-cab that we can get in and out of whenever we like.

There were rumours and counter­rumours. There were rumours that might have been true, and truths that ought to have been just rumours.

the volume and complexity of what we know has exceeded our individual ability to deliver its benefits correctly, safely, or reliably.

And the reason is increasingly evident: the volume and complexity of what we know has exceeded our individual ability to deliver its benefits correctly, safely, or reliably. Knowledge has both saved us and burdened us.

all human beings err, but they err frequently and in predictable, patterned ways.

Much of our work today has entered its own B-17 phase. Substantial parts of what software designers, financial managers, firefighters, police officers, lawyers, and most certainly clinicians do are now too complex for them to carry out reliably from memory alone. Multiple fields, in other words, have become too much airplane for one person to fly. Yet it is far from obvious that something as simple as a checklist could be of substantial help.

the volume and complexity of what we know has exceeded our individual ability to deliver its benefits correctly, safely, or reliably. Knowledge has both saved us and burdened us. That

When other doctors needed an orthopedist for family and friends, they called on him.

the volume and complexity of what we know has exceeded our individual ability to deliver its benefits correctly, safely, or reliably. Knowledge has both saved us and burdened us.

Nonetheless, as the defects in a complex system increase, the time comes when just one more defect is enough to impair the whole, resulting in the condition known as frailty. It happens to power plants, cars, and large organizations. And it happens to us: eventually, one too many joints are damaged, one too many arteries calcify. There are no more backups.

Do you suppose that he would have spoken if he had been alive? And do you suppose that if any of the dead husbands came back they would be believed?

And human instinct is ancient and reliable, utterly mysterious and possibly capable of great genius. I believe that refined, fluent instincts are a person's most valuable asset. My own instincts have repeatedly guided me against the grain of logic and probability. When I have trusted and followed their direction, they have never been wrong. I don't know how or why. But I know that every significant experience-positive or negative-sharpens them and makes them more accurate.

These core certainties are sheltered from your scrutiny. Because you know you can depend on them, you never question them.

A building has integrity just like a man. And just as seldom.

The "well-informed" think they know something about matters that the experts are reluctant even to speak of. Information at second hand always gives an impression of tidiness, in contrast with the data at the scientist's disposal, full of gaps and uncertainties.

True, the guarantee he offered for dragon removal—dracolysis—was only statistical; though one ruler did pay him in similar coin, that is, in ducats that were only statistically good. After that, the insolent Basiliscus always used aqua regia to check the metallic reliability of his royal payments.

La vita di un puntuale è un inferno di solitudini immeritate. (La vida del puntual es un infierno de soledades inmerecidas)