#errors

The reason is that in a group, individual errors on either side of the true figure cancel each other out. ↗

— Michael Shermer

#each #either #errors #figure #group

No errors of opinion can possibly be dangerous in a country where opinion is left free to grapple with them. ↗

— William Gilmore Simms

#dangerous #errors #free #grapple #left

The life of the individual is a continuous combat with errors and obstacles, and no victory is more satisfying than the one achieved against opposition. ↗

— Gustav Stresemann

#against #combat #continuous #errors #individual

From the errors of others, a wise man corrects his own. ↗

— Publilius Syrus

#corrects #errors #his #man #others

When I was your age — about, ooh, a thousand years ago — I loved a good bedtime story. The Three Little Sontarans. The Emperor Dalek's New Clothes. Snow White and the Seven Keys to Doomsday, eh? All the classics. ↗

— Mark Gatiss

#night-terrors #age

The Administration has made critical mistakes and errors in judgment leading up to the war in Iraq. The President refuses to acknowledge these mistakes, and thus, no corrective action has been taken to prevent these problems from happening again. ↗

— Zoe Lofgren

#action #administration #again #been #corrective

Death may be the King of terrors... but Jesus is the King of kings! ↗

— Dwight L. Moody

#jesus #king #kings #may #terrors

To make no mistakes is not in the power of man; but from their errors and mistakes the wise and good learn wisdom for the future. ↗

— Plutarch

#future #good #learn #make #man

As this is the first time I have had the floor, it may be well for me now to confess, that I am in the habit of freely imputing errors to my fellow-men. ↗

— Gerrit Smith

#confess #errors #fellow-men #first #first time

All my life I have been a poor go-to-sleeper. No matter how great my weariness, the wrench of parting with consciousness is unspeakably repulsive to me. I loathe Somnus, that black-masked headsman binding me to the block; and if in the course of years I have got so used to my nightly ordeal as almost to swagger while the familiar axe is coming out of its great velvet-lined case, initially I had no such comfort or defense: I had nothing - save a door left slightly ajar into Mademoiselle's room. Its vertical line of meek light was something I could cling to, since in absolute darkness my head would swim, just as the soul dissolves in the blackness of sleep. ↗

— Vladimir Nabokov

#night-terrors #sleep #sleeplessness #somnus #life