Our errors are surely not such awfully solemn things. In a world where we are so certain to incur them in spite of all our caution, a certain lightness of heart seems healthier than this excessive nervousness on their behalf.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
What we have most to fear is failure of the heart.
With spectacular events taking up so much of the available anxiety quotient, we need to be constantly reminded of the more workaday threats to our mortality - threats that, while they may also be functions of human error, have become so ubiquitous that we've begun to apprehend them as natural phenomena.
May God in his mercy enable us without obstinacy to perceive our errors.
We strive for error-free medicine in a world that is sometimes all too human.
We experience moments absolutely free from worry. These brief respites are called panic.
We are personalities in the making, limited, and grappling with things too high for us. Obviously we, at very best, will make many mistakes, but these mistakes need not be sins.
Mistakes and pressure are inevitable; the secret to getting past them is to stay calm.
No evil propensity of the human heart is so powerful that it may not be subdued by discipline.
When the calamity we feared is already arrived, or when the expectation of it is so certain as to shut out hope, there seems to be a principle within us by which we look with misanthropic composure on the state to which we are reduced, and the heart sullenly contracts and accommodates itself to what it most abhorred.
If you don't make errors, how can you be conscious?