Intelligence is not only the ability to reason; it is also the ability to find relevant material in memory and to deploy attention when needed.

The confidence people have in their beliefs is not a measure of the quality of evidence but of the coherence of the story the mind has managed to construct.

We can be blind to the obvious, and we are also blind to our blindness.

Odd as it may seem, I am my remembering self, and the experiencing self, who does my living, is like a stranger to me.

Our comforting conviction that the world makes sense rests on a secure foundation: our almost unlimited ability to ignore our ignorance.

This is the essence of intuitive heuristics: when faced with a difficult question, we often answer an easier one instead, usually without noticing the substitution.

The idea that the future is unpredictable is undermined every day by the ease with which the past is explained.

Many ideas happen to us. We have intuition, we have feeling, we have emotion, all of that happens, we don't decide to do it. We don't control it.

By their very nature, heuristic shortcuts will produce biases, and that is true for both humans and artificial intelligence, but the heuristics of AI are not necessarily the human ones.

The illusion that we understand the past fosters overconfidence in our ability to predict the future.

We're generally overconfident in our opinions and our impressions and judgments.

Good intentions aren't enough, you must take right actions.

[R]eligion arises not out of sacerdotal invention or chicanery, but out of the persistent wonder, fear, insecurity, hopefulness and loneliness of man.

As a guiding principle, life shrinks and life expands in direct proportion to your willingness to assume risk.

In freely choosing to serve as the agents of divine purpose, angels are the living expression of the prayer 'Thy will be done.'

The press, the machine, the railway, the telegraph are premises whose thousand-year conclusion no one has yet dared to draw.

The first thing required of a teacher is that he be rightly disposed for his task.

I love the American musical for the simplicity of emotion that gets expressed.

When one told Plistarchus that a notorious railer spoke well of him, "I'll lay my life," said he, "somebody hath told him I am dead, for he can speak well of no man living.'

True science discovers God in an ever-increasing degree — as though God were waiting behind every door opened by science.

Hard to feel confident when you’re surrounded by horse-sized wolves. Emmett Cullen, Breaking Dawn, Chapter 39, p.745