The demand for certainty is one which is natural to man, but is nevertheless an intellectual vice.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I have devoted my life to uncertainty. Certainty is the death of wisdom, thought, creativity.
An intellectual is going to have doubts, for example, about a fundamentalist religious doctrine that admits no doubt, about an imposed political system that allows no doubt, about a perfect aesthetic that has no room for doubt.
Although our intellect always longs for clarity and certainty, our nature often finds uncertainty fascinating.
That though we are certain of many things, yet that Certainty is no absolute Infallibility, there still remains the possibility of our being mistaken in all matters of humane Belief and Inquiry.
It is in the admission of ignorance and the admission of uncertainty that there is a hope for the continuous motion of human beings in some direction that doesn't get confined, permanently blocked, as it has so many times before in various periods in the history of man.
Exploring the unknown requires tolerating uncertainty.
Certitude is not the test of certainty. We have been cocksure of many things that were not so.
Man lives in a world of surmise, of mystery, of uncertainties.
An intellectual is a man who takes more words than necessary to tell more than he knows.
Knowledge is an unending adventure at the edge of uncertainty.