Sceptic

The majority of mankind is lazy-minded, incurious, absorbed in vanities, and tepid in emotion, and is therefore incapable of either much doubt or much faith; and when the ordinary man calls himself a sceptic or an unbeliever, that is ordinarily a simple pose, cloaking a disinclination to think anything out to a conclusion.

The sceptic is a person that does not suspect anything.

A sceptic is a person who suspects nothing.

He sympathized with, albeit his sceptic spirit could not quite fraternize with, the sensitive vibrating nature of Molière, that brought, along with acutest enjoyment, the keenest suffering.

Not long since O’Connell beat the sceptic geologists of the British Association of nonsense and “science” all to nothing by a discovery of fossil Whigs—very extraordinary and ferocious creatures they must have been in their day, which, of course, was far anterior to the creation of the world, according to the Mosaic account, which the bone-grubbing “philosophers” of the chalk formations have so properly exploded.

The black race, much inferior to the Arab in intellectual power and in steadiness of will, are at the same time free from the sceptic distrustfulness and deep jealousy so common among their white fellow-citizens.

As I said, my experience was: I travelled to Russia as a sceptic person and I returned as a European.