We cling to our own point of view, as though everything depended on it. Yet our opinions have no permanence; like autumn and winter, they gradually pass away.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Our opinions become fixed at the point where we stop thinking.
We accumulate our opinions at an age when our understanding is at its weakest.
For the most part, we inherit our opinions. We are the heirs of habits and mental customs.
As humans with egos and feelings, none of us wants to be pilloried. But as thinkers and writers, it's our job to express opinions forthrightly and without qualifying them out of existence.
The being without an opinion is so painful to human nature that most people will leap to a hasty opinion rather than undergo it.
When we as a society lose the ability to comment on what we see and to have an opinion on what we are exposed to, then we have all lost what makes us unique on this planet.
We continually say things to support an opinion, which we have given, that in reality we don't above half mean.
I try not to have too many opinions; I just marvel at the world we live in.
Opinions cannot survive if one has no chance to fight for them.
It is more true to say that our opinions depend upon our lives and habits, than to say that our lives and habits depend on our opinions.