Everybody’s ideas seem obvious to them.

They learn nothing, for they’re convinced they know everything that matters.

The terms which, in his inmost heart, each man knows. As I know mine. As all know. For that is the truth of it — that we all know, God, that we know, that we know, we know, we know.

We white people think that we know everything.

Believe you know all the answers, and you know all the answers. Believe you're a master, and you are.

If you think you know all the secrets, you think you know all the cures.

They are so certain that they know God’s mind because they equate their own minds with that of God.

And that's the thing about people who mean everything they say. They think everyone else does too.

He knew all the answers. Everybody did. Everybody knew everything and everybody knew all the answers. It was just that the enemy seemed to know better ones.

Everyone holds a piece of the truth.

Ultimately, all things are known because you want to believe you know.

I think I know it all, relatively speaking.

Ask the young. They know everything.

The old believe everything; the middle-aged suspect everything; the young know everything.