
“Nature does not make mistakes. Right and wrong are human categories.”
Source: The Concept of Mind (1949), Ch. I: Descartes' Myth, (2) The Absurdity of the Official Doctrine
“Nature does not make mistakes. Right and wrong are human categories.”
Source: The Semantic Conception of Truth (1952), p. 45; as cited in: Schaff (1962) pp. 36-37.
“There is no mistake; there has been no mistake; and there shall be no mistake.”
In response to William Huskisson declaring there had been a mistake, and he had not intended to resign, after Wellington chose to interpret a letter to him detailing his obligation to vote for a measure opposed by him as a letter of resignation. As quoted in The Military and Political Life of Arthur Wellesley: Duke of Wellington (1852) by "A Citizen of the World", and in Wellingtoniana (1852), edited by John Timbs.
“One mistake does not have to rule a person's entire life.”
Source: Any Minute
Source: Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895), P. 117.
“One makes mistakes; that is life. But it is never a mistake to have loved.”
As quoted in On Relationships: A Book for Teenagers (1999) by Kimberly Kirberger
“Is man merely a mistake of God's? Or God merely a mistake of man?”
Robert Fripp: From King Crimson to Guitar Craft (Eric Tamm)
“I think it's a mistake to ever look for hope outside of one's self.”
After the Fall (1964)
Context: I think it's a mistake to ever look for hope outside of one's self. One day the house smells of fresh bread, the next of smoke and blood. One day you faint because the gardener cuts his finger off, within a week you're climbing over corpses of children bombed in a subway. What hope can there be if that is so? I tried to die near the end of the war. The same dream returned each night until I dared not to go to sleep and grew quite ill. I dreamed I had a child, and even in the dream I saw it was my life, and it was an idiot, and I ran away. But it always crept onto my lap again, clutched at my clothes. Until I thought, if I could kiss it, whatever in it was my own, perhaps I could sleep. And I bent to its broken face, and it was horrible … but I kissed it. I think one must finally take one's life in one's arms.