When there are two opposed opinions, each widely held, the truth generally lies on a large ellipse with those two points as the foci.
Error is boundless.
Nor hope nor doubt,
Though both be groundless,
Will average out.
One does not defeat nonsense by refuting it.
Our ancestors attributed to the gods the vicissitudes of the weather, and we attribute to the President the vicissitudes of the stock market.
In our zeal to justify our opinions we neglect to justify having them at all.
“How can you say that such-and-such is against X, when X is right there in its name?” This argument owes its extraordinary popularity to its utility as a trial balloon: people who swallow it will swallow anything.
When bemoaning all that you should know, but do not, spare a thought for all that you should not know, but do.
When I was young, I regarded argument as a path to truth, later as a harmless vice, and finally as a positive plague.
Fools come in two kinds: the Barren, whom nothing reminds of anything; and the Promiscuous, whom anything reminds of everything.
It is strange, the way people will believe bizarre and byzantine theories about their rulers after years of being lied to by them continuously.
The illusion it affords of objectivity is conversion’s great appeal: the convert, though once a fanatic, has learned his lesson, and today’s belief is informed exclusively by a sober consideration of its merits.