Actually, I do have doubts, all the time. Any thinking person does. There are so many sides to every question.

people often confuse complex ideas that cannot be simplified into a media-friendly statement as symptomatic of a confused mind.

chaos of thought and passion, all confus'd.

He had a suspicion of plausible answers; they were so often wrong.

But there was never any knowing or any certitude; the time to come always had more than one possible direction.

And it happened all the time that the compromise between two perfectly rational alternatives was something that made no sense at all.

I thought again how you could never really know what you were seeing with just a glance, in motion, passing by. Good or bad, right or wrong. There was always so much more.

Mixed feelings were confusing feelings, and I didn’t feel confused except as to why it was so hard for everyone to understand that I existed. Living this way felt like discovering your shoe was nailed to the floor, but only one of them, so that you paced, always, a circle of possibility, defined by the limited imaginations of others.

Every day I wonder how many things I am dead wrong about. — True North

But I still couldn't figure out what it all meant. The more I found out, the less I understood.

Instead of striving for certainty, we should be in constant search of doubt: doubt about our own beliefs, doubt about our own feelings, doubt about what the future may hold for us unless we get out there and create it for ourselves. Instead of looking to be right all the time, we should be looking for how we’re wrong all the time. Because we are.

Being an intellectual creates a lot of questions and no answers.

Em duas ocasiões me perguntaram: 'Diga-nos, Sr. Babbage, se introduzirmos dados errados na máquina, ainda sairão respostas corretas?' Eu não consigo compreender o tipo de confusão de ideias que motivou tal questão.

if you are thinking without knowing you are thinking, you are confused about who and what you are.