Wolfgang Tillmans Quotes

All I know about humor is that I don't know anything about it.

The fundamental cause of the trouble is that in the modern world the stupid are cocksure while the intelligent are full of doubt. Even those of the intelligent who believe that they have a nostrum are too individualistic to combine with other intelligent men from whom they differ on minor points.

I'm slow to pick things up. Everybody always seems to know more than I do.

How many things there are concerning which we might well deliberate whether we had better know them.

One of my bywords is that nobody knows anything, including me.

Nobody knows what another person is thinking. They may imagine they do, but they are nearly always wrong.

The hardest thing is never what you think it's going to be.

Any man who thinks he knows the mind of a woman is a man who knows nothing.

Sometimes you think you know things, know things very deeply, only to realize you don't know a damn thing.

Intellectual modesty is humility as to what I know; intellectual humility is modesty as to what I do not know

For me now, what I've come to is, we don't know anything.

I don't think things are ever exactly the way one expects, and I don't think things are ever the way one assumes they are at the moment. What I actually think is that one has no idea of what things are like, ever.

I myself am pursuing the same instinctive course as the veriest human animal you can think of I am, however young, writing at random straining at particles of light in the midst of a great darkness without knowing the bearing of any one assertion, of any one opinion. Yet may I not in this be free from sin?

Usually, I'm pretty good about sorting through the options and then making decisions that I'm confident are the best decisions in that moment, given the information we have. But there are times where I think I wish I could have imagined a different level of insight.

We make all sorts of assumptions because we don't have the courage to ask questions.

You know more than you think you know, just as you know less than you want to know.

Sometimes I'm confused by what I think is really obvious. But what I think is really obvious obviously isn't obvious.

Let him be wise, or let me be blind; don't let me, she hoped concretely, don't let me know too surely what he thinks of me.

It is time for writers to admit that nothing in this world makes sense. Only fools and charlatans think they know and understand everything. The stupider they are, the wider they conceive their horizons to be. And if an artist decides to declare that he understands nothing of what he sees - this in itself constitutes a considerable clarity in the realm of thought, and a great step forward.

but if I've learned anything, it's that we don't know half of what we think we do. And we know ourselves least of all.

No man can prove upon awakening that he is the man who he thinks went to bed the night before, or that anything that he recollects is anything other than a convincing dream.

I don't think it's meant for man to know everything at once.

All this, all of this love we're talking about, it would just be a memory. Maybe not even a memory. Am I wrong? Am I way off base? Because I want you to set me straight if you think I'm wrong. I want to know. I mean, I don't know anything, and I'm the first one to admit it.

My path to wisdom began when I stopped pretending to know things I didn't know. When I explicitly admitted to the limits of my knowledge, stopped building on ambiguity and ignorance, and instead realized that I knew nothing, not even the things I thought I knew.

All you know is what you think you know, but that isn't always what's real.