The preparations for my new voyage prevented the possiblity of my paying that attention to the correction of my errors, that I should otherwise have done.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I've been in this business for a long time, and I no longer think that anything that I do by way of clarification is ever going to eradicate the mistakes.
For this purpose I determined to keep an account of the voyage, and to write down punctually every thing we performed or saw from day to day, as will hereafter appear.
The simple reality of life is that everyone is wrong on a regular basis. By confronting these inevitable errors, you allow yourself to make corrections before it is too late.
Once you make that first mistake, it kind of clears up everything, and everything can come to you.
The proactive approach to a mistake is to acknowledge it instantly, correct and learn from it.
There are no mistakes, save one: the failure to learn from a mistake.
Anyone nit-picking enough to write a letter of correction to an editor doubtless deserves the error that provoked it.
I have made mistakes.
There are no mistakes. The events we bring upon ourselves, no matter how unpleasant, are necessary in order to learn what we need to learn; whatever steps we take, they're necessary to reach the places we've chosen to go.
An error doesn't become a mistake until you refuse to correct it.