Political columnists and sports pundits are rewarded for being overconfident.

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.

So much of how we think, feel, and live depends on our vision-what we choose to see in any given situation.

I am afraid... But I keep on loving what's on the other side of this fight, and that will have to make me brave.

i prefer to think of the good times. Like when you held my hair as I was vomiting into a bucket.

But we were all feeling that bit shagged and fagged and fashed, it having been an evening of some small energy expenditure.

You are not at home where your residence are but where you are understood.

Look for a situation in which your work will give you as much happiness as your spare time.

A handwritten, personal letter has become a genuine modern-day luxury, like a child's pony ride.

Pictures of my life stretch back into what must have been my very earliest childhood. ... They are not movies, then, nor are they talkies, but they are quite distinctly feelies.

It is extremely arrogant and very foolish to think that you can ever outwit your audience.

Far from rejecting such a good man as you, He never even abandons a wicked man who hopes for His mercy.