I don't say that I'm an atheist. I don't like that term, because I think it mirrors the certitude of religion. I say I don't know. And if you don't know - and you don't - just man up and say you don't know. Don't turn to silly stories and ancient myths.
Public decision-making does not lend itself to certitude.
We too often forget that faith is a matter of questioning and struggle before it becomes one of certitude and peace. You have to doubt and reject everything else in order to believe firmly in Christ, and after you have begun to believe, your faith itself must be tested and purified. Christianity is not merely a set of forgone conclusions. Faith tends to be defeated by the burning presence of God in mystery, and seeks refuge from him, flying to comfortable social forms and safe convictions in which purification is no longer an inner battle but a matter of outward gesture.
We have more faith in what we imitate than in what we create
The word "concluded" is a trick word. It's designed to attach authority and ontological certitude to whatever follows, when it's just another way of stating what somebody thinks.
Securities, certitudes and peace do not lead to discoveries.
Faith comes to intelligence as a light that overflows it with joy and inspires it with a certitude that does away with question.
It is certain because it is possible.
A mystic doesn’t say “I believe. ” They say “I know. ” A true mystic will ironically speak with that self-confidence but at the same time with a kind of humility. So when you see that combination of calm self-confidence, certitude, and humility all at the same time you have the basis for mysticism in general.
It is not doubt,is certitude that drives you mad.
Certitude drives people mad.
We have been cocksure of many things that were not so.
I don't like quintessential certitude.
I can't say with certitude.
THEOSOPHY, n. An ancient faith having all the certitude of religion and all the mystery of science.
Ah, love, let us be true To one another! for the world, which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain; And we are here as on a darkling plain Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant armies clash by night.
One of the most constant characteristics of beliefs is their intolerance. The stronger the belief, the greater its intolerance. Men dominated by a certitude cannot tolerate those who do not accept it.
A desire for truth is by no means a need for certitude and it would be unwise to confuse one with the other.
Certitude belongs exclusively to those who only look in one encyclopedia.
Certitude is not the test of certainty.
