I may have had a prejudice against agnosticism as a body of thought: sort of a fence-sitting theory, where you can't make up your mind one way or another.
I'm a constant waffler. I've said to anyone I've ever dated, 'Asking me to choose a restaurant is going to be a conversation that's going on for a while.'
I don't like quintessential certitude.
I want to do everything. I can never decide on one occupation!
Conscience, the organ of feeling which dominates us and of the opinions which rule us, is presumptuous in the strong, timid in the weak and unfortunate, uneasy in the undecided.
Life is so brief and time is a thief when you're undecided.
When a question has no correct answer, there is only one honest response. The gray area between yes and no. Silence.
Agnosticism is the everlasting perhaps.
I'm never, never sure which way to go. I'm full of unsureness. That's been a habit for years. I never really want to commit.
I've been largely undecided about everything for most of my life. I can barely commit to a phone bill... Somewhere along the line it has become my career due to continuing work.
Irresolution and mutability are often the faults of men whose views are wide, and whose imagination is vigorous and excursive.
